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September Bliss Check In: After the Storm...

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  1. If you think my previous post have been long I could so write a NOVEL about this here VLOG but I won't lol I will just say that I am on my way back to FAITH, PEACE and HAPPINESS and this storm/journey was so NOT how I saw my yr going way back in Jan. but clearly God had other plans. I am starting to see light at the end of the tunnel but I am not there yet but def. doing much better....FINALLY! The sad, dark places are real and I know based on other blog post that you are very much aware of such.

    CHEERS to BLISS!!!

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  2. PS We need a LIVE BLISS check in #ijs that would give us an excuse to all get together again :-)

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  3. hey doll! i read your blog but rarely comment bc i am just a slacker like that-lol. but i understand. and i can honestly and truly say that! lol.. i mean, you and i have never met but you know we go WAY back - from xanga to now! lol - we both are from atlanta, we both got married around the same time and we went through painful divorces, we are both greek...i could go on and on lol! :) you keep your head up girl and God will heal you. it's an ongoing battle as you know. all my love to you my sister!
    ~Aisha

    "So after you have suffered a little while, he will restore, support, and strengthen you, and he will place you on a firm foundation."
    1Peter 5:10

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    1. *big old hugs* I know Aisha!! So crazy how circles and paths cross and how many of our lives mirror each other. I do hope to find new love just like you have.
      Thanks for keeping me in mind! Pray for me and I will you...

      And that scripture was right on time.

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