Tuesday, August 23, 2011

#354. sick as a dog.

I don't get colds super often, so when they do hit.. they hit me hard. 
As I'm in my last week of packing, shopping, doctor appointments, goodbye dinners before the DR, I am reminded of what a TERRIBLE week it is to be sick, but I am living and breathing in the truth that.. in my weakness, God is made strong. 

(cell phone pic)



(August 21)

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