Our best memories are usually the sort which, like a tuning fork, strike that resonant chord in our souls. It's a song we never quite forget and recognize immediately whenever we catch its echo. Like deep calling to deep it is stamped with God's imprint. Such moments cast soundings and plumb the real depths of who we are. And what we hear is a heavenly echo.
Read Psalm 42:7
Read Psalm 42:7
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