En lo alto de una Torre

En lo alto de una Torre

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Escritos dedicados a todo aquel que necesite de un aliento de parte de Dios, que necesiten consuelo, que se sienta sola(o), que no pueda más; algunos para reflexionar sobre la vida las situaciones difíciles y las interrogantes sobre cosas a las cuales no le encontramos una explicación. Somos un montón de gente con preguntas, llenas de heridas, imperfectas, pero en medio de todo mantenemos la esperanza y eso es lo que cuenta, como en medio del dolor aún creemos y esperamos ser mejores con el fin de agradar a aquel que nos amo primero. Porque fuerte es como la muerte el amor; Duros como el Seol los celos; Sus brasas, brasas de fuego, fuerte llama. Las muchas aguas no podrán apagar el amor, Ni lo ahogarán los ríos. -Cantar de los Cantares 8:6-7
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