Lisa Mcbee

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pray with sincerity. I am desperate. And so I cry and ask God for help. “God,” I say. “Look, I don’t believe in you or anything, but if you’re there, I need your help. I can’t do this anymore. I’ll do anything. PLEASE.” Nothing happens. No flash of light, no burning bush, nothing. What I do is, I call home.
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