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climbing up the mountain

Someone once said, everyone likes to be on the Mountain Top, but the Valley is where you do all your growing. So, instead of spilling my guts while in the valley. I thought for now I would leave you with some of the books, quotes and things that I'm currently reading to gain inspiration, wisdom, strength and knowledge as I make my way back up the mountain. On my journey, up this hill, to the best most rewarding life of living and falling crazy in love with Christ.

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