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Published: July 14, 2018
I went on a #HikeYoga outing this morning. The instructor incorporated a pair of short sketchbook sessions, one to draw or write about an object close by, and a second with a prompt.

Her prompt was, "I will always remember...". She gave us two minutes, so it had to be off the top of the head.

I will always remember...

- I am finite, with assorted weaknesses, and that's ok.
- I will not live forever on this earth, and that's ok, too.

I will always remember that Jesus loves me, and that is enough.
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I went on a #HikeYoga outing this morning. The instructor incorporated a pair of short sketchbook sessions, one to draw or write about some object close by, and a second with a prompt.

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I would never be able to think of something that quickly.. well done
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It's amazing what one can come up with.
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