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Friday evening I saw Les Miserable and last night I watched the Christmas special of 'Call the Midwife', both of these stories show the hardship of life in a very different time.

My heart was moved and grieved to see the ugly reality for some. Although it is just a movie, it shows and tells of a time that was much different.

 It was a rude awakening to realize how fortunate I am to live where I live. What a gift it is to have the life I have and to not know hardship and suffering like so many.

 It hit me, as it never really has before, that there is a responsibility that goes along with blessing.
Who whom much is given, much is required... I have heard this verse, and I believe it to be truth, but never really understood the weight of it in it's full extent.

2013- a new year- a new start. A new opportunity to learn how to love in word and action- to think more of others then myself, to extend a hand to those who have need and share what I have been given to share.

But it starts with getting to know the author of love more deeply in order to be authentic in all that I do.
Ephesians 3:16-19 is my prayer once again for myself and everyone else for this year.
Happy New Year.

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