The Lines Have Fallen to Me in Pleasant Places
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By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer When we bump up against life’s fences, do we greet them with acceptance, or do we cry out at their hindrance and resent their delays? Sometimes those fences are raised for our comfort or protection. Without boundaries, bridge-walkers could fall, cattle would stray,

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