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Hiding In Me*

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Thanks for all your prayers. I had the CT scan and the kidney stone was "hiding." I'm convinced that it is not gone because I did not feel as though I had given birth anytime recently...and from I experienced the last time around...

So we will wait. No other choice. And you who know me, you know I LOVE to wait! Or maybe not.

I'm serious about your prayers, emails, phone calls and comments. They are encouraging and I appreciate all of them SO much!

*No, the title is not a typo...I love hymns and one of my favorites is Hiding in Thee but since I found out this stone is hiding in me...I know, I really need to get more! :-)

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