My daddy always said that if the good Lord can take the time to care for something as small as a baby sparrow nesting in a tree, then surely He could take the time to listen to a little girl in Ringgold, Georgia. So every night before I went to bed I got down my knees and begged the Lord to find me a way out of this town. And every morning, I woke up in the same old place.
Looking For Salvation at The Dairy Queen | Susan Gilmore
I think it's clear why I'm still here. This place is not done with me yet.
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