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I just read through words I haven't seen in a very long time, words that tremble a little at first. They are my words. It can be so strange to see a date from 8 years ago, to recognize a voice, but it not be the one speaking now, to read about a part of life that has finished. New things begun and then even they have changed, evolved, finished. So many times we think we know, that we have it figured out, but then we understand how we never did. That girl from 8 years ago, the one who just started homeschooling, she's me but not anymore. We grow and we change and we learn. If we're doing it right that never changes. We don't stop the growing and learning until it's finished. Until we are finished. And the One who is doing that good work has promised that He won't stop the molding and the fire until we are finished.

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Join the crowd over at Lisa Jo's and read how she is finishing her time as Five Minute Friday host. She's passing it on to her word sister. One will finish. Another will begin.

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  1. Amen. Amen. Perfectly said. Words that tell my story and every one of us. I will read again.

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