By Lysa TerKeurst âYou turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.â Psalm 30:11 (NIV) Sometimes when we lose things it causes a temporary panic that rises and falls in a mini-tidal wave fashion. Like earlier this year when I lost my camera with all our ski vacation pictures on it. The panic escalated, crested with some hand wringing and mind racing, and then slowly ebbed away. But sometimes a loss cuts into your heart so viciously that it forever redefin
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