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Five Minute Friday: Stay

Stay - did I say that word? Did I beg him to stay?

Stay, just a little bit longer. Jackson Brown takes me back to my high school days.

Stay or go? Do I stay in my job, do I go back to my old job?

Stay or sell? Do I stay in my house or do I sell and move to something with less upkeep.

Stay - weight please stay off. I do not want that 50 pounds back. You can leave for good.

Stay in peace - God's got this, you don't need to fret over anything.

Stay - please God, stay with me through this season.

Stay - I think of all the hurting people out there who are asking a loved one to stay with them and not go to heaven.

Stay the same or change?

Stay - did the reader of this stop half way through or did he/she stay until the end?

Stay in the past or move forward? Move forward, move forward.

Stay open to new opportunities, to changes in plans.

Stay, please God stay - the one stay that keeps popping up in my head and the one certain thing on this list because I know He's always with me.

Stay in peace.

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  1. GabeNovember 16, 2012 at 10:38 AM

    Stopping by from Lysa Jo's

    I really like those last two...

    I needed to be reminded to stay in peace today!

    Thanks!

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