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Feelings, O How Glorious!
Sometimes we feel hard-pressed, Sometimes we feel fierce anger Sometimes we feel excited, Sometimes we feel so lonely, Sometimes we feel too sensitive, Sometimes we feel depressed, Sometimes we feel deep hurt Sometimes we feel divine, Sometimes we feel loving, Sometimes we feel deep grief, Sometimes we feel resentful We experience all kinds of feelings A sacred gift, our feelings Rev. Saundra L. Washington, D.D., is an ordained clergywoman, veteran social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries. She is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow: Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances: Homilies that Teach which can be reviewed on her site. Her new book, Out of Deep Waters: My Grief Management Workbook, is expected to be available soon. You are welcome to visit AMEN Ministries: Your Soul's Service Station for spiritual refreshing, soul edification, browse our newly expanded mini shopping mall or review our recommended books you may want to add to your personal library. Blessings to all!
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