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How I Came to Be Here

By Belinda

The blog post"How I Came to Be Here," was published on Canada.com! So exciting.

Instead of two parts it is all in one, but you can read the conclusion of yesterday's post by follow this link:

How I Came to Be Here

Happy Canada Day, fellow Canadians! I love this country and never cease to feel deeply grateful that it opened its arms to receive us when we arrived on these shores, , 42 years ago, so young--I was just a newly wed teenager!

Thank you Derek Shelly for publishing the post.

Post Script:
In today's Daily Light, I just read this verse. It is so relevant to the story, How I Came to Be Here that it has to be added here.

Luke 22:35

New International Version (NIV)

 35 Then Jesus asked them, “When I sent you without purse, bag or sandals, did you lack anything?”
   “Nothing,” they answered.


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