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Blessing and Gratefulness.

Blessing and Gratefulness.

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• As we produce the fruit of thanksgiving, we bear living evidence that by connection with Christ we are placed on vantage ground. God is the fountain of life and power. He can make the wilderness a fruitful field for those who keep His commandments; for it is for the glory of His name to do this. –Ellen G. White. • If you’re thankful for something, this is a space where you can express that blessing and you’ll feel even more happier and you’ll be more aware of the beautiful things God make for us. And if for some reason, you don't remember anything to be thankful about, we'll write some things that maybe we don't notice but that are big blessings we receive every single day.
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