A piture of the Shennedoah Valley. My sister Patty, and I were driving to Mom's house in West Virginia.
Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not; They are new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, says my soul, therefore I hope in Him (Lamentations 3:22-24)
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