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		By: Ginny McKinney		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2021 15:08:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.marshmallowranch.com/day-303-out-of-thin-air/#comment-12601&quot;&gt;Paula Allison&lt;/a&gt;.

What a gift! Thank you for sharing! ?]]></description>
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<p>What a gift! Thank you for sharing! ?</p>
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		By: Ginny McKinney		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2021 14:48:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.marshmallowranch.com/day-303-out-of-thin-air/#comment-12600&quot;&gt;Glenda&lt;/a&gt;.

I love that! ?]]></description>
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<p>I love that! ?</p>
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		By: Paula Allison		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have had many &quot;gifts&quot; from my son who passed in 1998. You have to be open to them, but don&#039;t look for them. 
My most treasured was his birthday three months after he passed. The day before all I thought about was wishing someone would send me flowers to mark the day. I&#039;m not the type that really wants cut flowers,  but I yearned for them like you do for a Snickers. 
That morning I saw the peace lily from his funeral hadn&#039;t been watered. It was as limp as cooked spinach. I threw a little water on it and wished it luck on my way out the door. 
The next morning was a Saturday, his 25th birthday.  I was a letter carrier and had to work. Everyone was asleep, so I dressed and took my shoes into the living room to put on without turning on the lights. I saw a white glow across the room. It was as if a light was shining. I went over and it was a beautiful white bloom on the peace lily. I got my flowers for his birthday.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have had many &#8220;gifts&#8221; from my son who passed in 1998. You have to be open to them, but don&#8217;t look for them.<br />
My most treasured was his birthday three months after he passed. The day before all I thought about was wishing someone would send me flowers to mark the day. I&#8217;m not the type that really wants cut flowers,  but I yearned for them like you do for a Snickers.<br />
That morning I saw the peace lily from his funeral hadn&#8217;t been watered. It was as limp as cooked spinach. I threw a little water on it and wished it luck on my way out the door.<br />
The next morning was a Saturday, his 25th birthday.  I was a letter carrier and had to work. Everyone was asleep, so I dressed and took my shoes into the living room to put on without turning on the lights. I saw a white glow across the room. It was as if a light was shining. I went over and it was a beautiful white bloom on the peace lily. I got my flowers for his birthday.</p>
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		By: Glenda		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2021 12:39:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Not long ago I was reading my daily devotionals. After reading one I wasn’t sure what the date was &#038; picked up my phone &#038; turned it on to look &#038; it came up on my note pad and there were the words in bold I LOVE YOU. The curser was still blinking like it had just been written. I think it was a message from God-a Godwink. I was not in notes when I turned off my phone last &#038; I would not write that to myself!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not long ago I was reading my daily devotionals. After reading one I wasn’t sure what the date was &amp; picked up my phone &amp; turned it on to look &amp; it came up on my note pad and there were the words in bold I LOVE YOU. The curser was still blinking like it had just been written. I think it was a message from God-a Godwink. I was not in notes when I turned off my phone last &amp; I would not write that to myself!</p>
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