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LETTERS FROM HEAVEN
When I first walked into the Dream Centre building, I saw rows on top of rows of empty gold mailboxes at the front door. They used to serve a purpose for former residents of this apartment building. Now, they are the end destination for mail no longer being sent. I felt just as empty as those mailboxes, waiting to be filled.
I may not know it all on this side of heaven, but I know that I am part of a bigger story that is yet to be written. He doesn’t ask for perfection, He asks for progression.