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My face is speckled. My hands are cramping. Why do I put myself through this? Dip the brush. Drag the paint line. Roller the space. Repeat. This…is my life. I’m not done yet.
But wait! There is hope! If God can help Joshua, how can I doubt Him in this painting project? He will help me conquer the walls. Back to battle!
I’m going to remember God’s Word:
Confessions of a Type A Woman 
Love it, Laurie! THANKS for your encouragement.
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Linda! My buddy! Thank you for YOUR encouragement. YOU are wonderful!
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