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The Ocean beckons me again! I’m flying to San Diego tomorrow morning. My blogging habits are going to be hit and miss for the next few weeks. I treasure, you, my blog buddies! You may not see me as often, but I’ll be thinking about you and remembering your requests in prayer!

Your throne was set in place a long time ago. You are eternal. The ocean rises, O LORD. The ocean rises with a roar. The ocean rises with its pounding waves. The LORD above is mighty- mightier than the sound of raging water, mightier than the foaming waves of the sea.
Psalm 93: 2-4

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  1. Oh Sweetie...
    How exciting is that? Is it business or vacation? I love the sounds of the ocean and the calls of the seagulls as they scream out to each other. I love the sand beneath my feet, and the ocean mist on my face.

    Oh I hope you post occasionally or you must when you come back. I can't wait to see and hear all about it.

    Have a wonderful time sweetie, just a wonderful time.

    Many hugs sweetie and so much love, Sherry

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  2. Have a fabulous time my friend.
    Love the wreath on your front door in your header! Very beautiful!
    HUGS
    Kim

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  3. I have such a deep love for anything 'ocean'... btw... my parents lived right down the road in San Juan Capistrano. I just love the whole California coast.I grew up in Pasadena, went to college in Santa Barbara, and met my hubby in San Francisco!

    Have a great time Mary!

    Hugs!

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  4. Believing you will have so much fun!! Eat a cupcake while you are there!!

    Love and Blessings

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  5. Hey Mary!
    Can I go with you, girlfriend?!! I absolutely love the ocean....it's heavenly, isn't it!! And I can't wait to see the photo's of your trip so I can take a mini "cyber" vacation too!!

    Have a wonderful time, much fun and enjoy every moment!! Whoo! Hoo!

    Love and Hugs!
    Jackie

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  6. Beautiful weather to enjoy sister Mary! I know you will have a blast! Even more exciting because you'd be with your precious grandchild!!! God bless and keep you and always keeping you in my prayers. Thank you for yours!!Love to you.

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  7. Special thanks for a beautiful nature scene.
    This is very nice having away for a week from the home.
    For much more good deal you can also visit www.southalltravel.co.uk (southalltravel) which is travel specialist for flights, holidays packages and specialized holidays and tour packages.

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  8. Enjoy the time away! See you when you return!

    Love, Lou

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  9. Praying for you, and loving you sis.

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  10. Mary, I pray that you have a wonderful time of refreshment while you are away. There's nothing like the sound of the ocean waves and the smell of the salt air to invigorate one. May the Lord provide you with much rest and relaxation.

    I created a photo collage of all the bloggers I've had the privilege to meet so far. Of course, your photo is included. It is on my Thursday post for when you return.

    Much love,
    Debbie

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  11. Have a safe trip. I love the new look of your blog! Can't wait to hear how your trip was...and I might just pop by to hear that sweet ocean sound. :)
    Big Fat Mama

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  12. Counting the days until our trip to San Diego!!!!

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  13. Very great and nice cintent. i like how you started it.!

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  14. Enjoy yourself precious sister. I'll miss seeing that beautiful smile but see you when you return.

    Praying for you and your family this moment...

    Love you.

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