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Spiritual Sundays


Without God our week would be…


Sinday

Mournday

Tearsday

Wasteday

Thirstday

Fightday

Shatterday

Remember, 7 days without God makes one weak!
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  1. I haven't seen this before. A great thought provoking post. I prefer to have God in my life. BIG smile here.

    Blessings....Jeanne

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  2. Love it! Thank you, sweet friend.

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  3. To cool! Do you mind if I share this with some of my email buddies?
    Carol

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  4. This is great, and so true.
    Blessings,
    Ginger

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  5. Nice...I'd rather live each day with Him...God bless and have a great Sunday sister Mary! Love you in Christ. Please pray for the Lord to shield me and my coworkers if there's any flu going on in one of the jail's units. Thank you. Love you in Christ.

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  6. oh I like this...we need HIM everyday and every way!

    love you Mary!

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  7. I have to admit when my screen started loading I though you had spelled Sunday wrong! Ha ha - this was fablous.

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  8. Very interesting. This is a good way to get the message across. Thanks for sharing.

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  9. May I add a joyful "Ditto!" to everyone's previous comments? This is so great; I can imagine it being put to music ...rhyme-time for grown-ups.

    Enjoy your day!

    Myra

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  10. WOW...Really made me think!
    Andrea

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  11. thanks for sharing this it truly gives thought to something we take for granted

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  12. This is so true and I loved every word, thank you for sharing.
    Blessings,
    Sue

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  13. Oh, I love this. Yes, I don't even want to consider one day of my week without my Lord. Hugs to you Mary and continue to remember you and your family in my prayers. Love you.

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  14. Great post, Mary! Thanks for sharing. Have a wonderful week.

    Blessings,
    Sandi

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  15. Mary,

    Saturday evening, I helped a dear friend start a blog. I pray it will help her work through some of life's difficulties. If you would like to check it out, go to:

    http://seaglassreflections.blogspot.com

    Blessings, andrea

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  16. How clever. Something to smile about. Thank you.
    Hope you've had a good day.
    Charlotte

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  17. My Sweet, Sweet Friend,

    This was great and oh so true!!! I'm just getting around a bit to others sites. I've missed coming here to visit you. I'm praying dearing friend.

    Love you,
    Alleluiabelle

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  18. I love this! I'm using it for Sunday School next week! :)

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  19. OH Wow! That was great!
    We definitely need Him everyday! What a horrible week that would be!

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  20. Received this in my email just a few days ago.. practical reminders!

    ~Silver

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  21. Exactly! Never seen this before, so glad to read it today and be splashed by your words.

    Blessings from Costa Rica,
    Sarah Dawn

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  22. Mary,

    Praying for you and thinking about you.

    You have been tagged at Arise 2 Write!

    Love and hugs, andrea

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  23. Very good! I just love your picture!
    Love,
    Kelly

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  24. Just dropping by to say: I LOVE YOU! and I am praying for you! You have been on my mind.
    Much love and prayers, andrea

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  25. Hi Saleslady. I think it's cute that I didn't know your name until the day I met you. LOL
    Just wanted to let you know I just passed an award on to you and the other ladies we had lunch with at Gooseberries.
    Hugs,
    Charlotte

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  26. I've never seen the days of the week written in that way. It surely makes sense. Happy Spiritual Sunday!

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