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Caroline found herself desperate, sifting through ashes… Her mother’s home was charred to a crisp, the chimney and basement walls were the only things left standing. But Caroline was on a mission to find family jewelry heirlooms and most im…

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I feel a cold mist falling over me
As the breeze begins to blow.
The sunshine,
Hidden by the soft gray clouds,
Struggles with all its might
To live again.
Like me.
I feel a sudden urge to stand up
From this old wooden bench,
To take off my shoes,
And run through the cool, wet grass.
To smile.
To laugh.
To live again.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published July 2012. 
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The Church of God continues to send teams of missionaries and aid workers as the long-term recovery for the country of Haiti continues. The following is a recent report from construction missionaries Jim and Gina Hudson. HAITI – In April, the James D…