It is always a pleasure to be in the Tummons' home. Gina and I and their girls made sugar cookies for the party. I had a second Thanksgiving meal with the Tummons and some of their Turkish friends.
Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake To guide the future, as He has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.
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