<h3 style="text-align: left; padding-left: 30px;"><!-- link deleted --></h3> <p><img style="float: right;" src="http://www.beliefnet.com/~/media/6A6EF56405F04F11A9796AB4BE4C6363.ashx" alt="WMusicWithin116x175" width="116" height="175"></p> <div class="newsitem_text" style="padding-left: 30px;">I want my life to ring,<br>to surge like a cello,<br>deep and moving<br>graceful and resonant—<br>the sound of Your voice<br>when you speak to me.<br><br>I hear little songs<br>in my mind<br>of Your promises.<br>They carry me<br>through each day,<br>and I dance.</div> <p class="newsitem_text"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p> <span style="font-size: small;"> </span> <p> </p> <table border="0" align="left" style=""> <tbody> <tr> <td style=""></td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <p> </p> <div><!-- sharebutton image deleted --><!-- link deleted --></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><!-- sharebutton image deleted --><!-- link deleted --></div> <p> </p>
posted by Susan DiamondDuring the holidays, I am reminded of how my daughter expressed her wishes during the holiday season when she was 10 years old. This is the story of my daughter’s determination--and of how her parents handled it. We lived in a wonderful home in Honolulu. We celebrated Hanukkah. We lit the Menorah ...
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