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	Comments on: the place of peace when our soul has frayed edges	</title>
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	<description>teaching women to think on true things</description>
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		By: Ruth Rouchard		</title>
		<link>https://tooverflowing.com/the-place-of-peace/#comment-4113</link>

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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jan 2014 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I&#039;ve just returned from a ministry trip to Cambodia. I&#039;m tired, so so tired. This post reminded me of exactly what I need to do to refresh my aching soul. Thank you.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve just returned from a ministry trip to Cambodia. I&#8217;m tired, so so tired. This post reminded me of exactly what I need to do to refresh my aching soul. Thank you.</p>
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		By: laurenwlutz		</title>
		<link>https://tooverflowing.com/the-place-of-peace/#comment-4110</link>

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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2014 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This reminds me very much of Susanna Wesley, with her umpteen children, who used to pull her apron up over her head in order to find a calm with the Lord.  I read somewhere that *everyone* knew to leave her alone while the apron was up.

My version lately has been me, on my knees, beside my bed, preceded by a big, loud, &quot;Mommy needs a timeout!&quot;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This reminds me very much of Susanna Wesley, with her umpteen children, who used to pull her apron up over her head in order to find a calm with the Lord.  I read somewhere that *everyone* knew to leave her alone while the apron was up.</p>
<p>My version lately has been me, on my knees, beside my bed, preceded by a big, loud, &#8220;Mommy needs a timeout!&#8221;</p>
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		By: l a r a w i l l i a m s		</title>
		<link>https://tooverflowing.com/the-place-of-peace/#comment-4109</link>

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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2014 22:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://tooverflowing.com/the-place-of-peace/#comment-4108&quot;&gt;Nina Blevins&lt;/a&gt;.

&quot;Rock to the beat of my heart.&quot; I love that Nina. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://tooverflowing.com/the-place-of-peace/#comment-4108">Nina Blevins</a>.</p>
<p>&#8220;Rock to the beat of my heart.&#8221; I love that Nina. </p>
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		By: Nina Blevins		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2014 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I grew up on the old hymns. I&#039;m severely hearing impaired so if I put in a new praise cd I don&#039;t necessarily hear the words, but those old hymns…I just recall a few and sing them over and over and somehow God doesn&#039;t mind my imperfect pitch or squeaky voice. He just ministers sweet peace and I&#039;m comforted. (Instead of blanket, I sit in an old rocker by the wood stove and rock to the beat of my heart.)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I grew up on the old hymns. I&#8217;m severely hearing impaired so if I put in a new praise cd I don&#8217;t necessarily hear the words, but those old hymns…I just recall a few and sing them over and over and somehow God doesn&#8217;t mind my imperfect pitch or squeaky voice. He just ministers sweet peace and I&#8217;m comforted. (Instead of blanket, I sit in an old rocker by the wood stove and rock to the beat of my heart.)</p>
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