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Broken



Just when you think your heart could not possibly hurt any more than it already does.... Just when you think you can't take it anymore.... Just when you think you've reached an acceptable level of anguish....

There are deeper depths to plumb and further to fall.

I thought I'd cried it out enough, that I was now strong and ready to fight.

I was right about one thing---I am going to the mattresses and will fight with everything I have but this is still able to wring more tears from my already swollen eyes.

But I will fight.

My family needs your prayers.

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  1. Tim Atkinson12:23 PM

    You've got ours..

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  2. Paige12:24 PM

    What in the world is going on? Obviously everything is not okay so I'll pray for you and please let me know if we can help.

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  3. kelly12:28 PM

    pam, i'm worried about you.
    i'll be praying for you...
    call me if you need anything!

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  4. Unknown1:18 PM

    Pray for my boy. I'm fine.

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  5. G. Parker1:30 PM

    Oh...the boy. Take care and know you're in our thoughts.

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  6. Romeo Morningwood8:18 PM

    You just keep right on fighting until you can't go on...
    and then start over.

    There is a reason that faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen...
    if you could see it, you wouldn't need it.

    You're much stronger than you think...just ask anyone out here.

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  7. watsit2u10:20 PM

    mr coppens is right, you ARE very much stronger than you think! Sending love and prayers your direction!

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