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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Paper faces on parade - Sunday, Sept. 18, 2005
You can give me anything - Sunday, Sept. 18, 2005
I've heard there was a secret chord - Friday, Sept. 16, 2005
Even the best fall down sometimes - Sunday, Sept. 11, 2005
Whatever my lot - Thursday, Sept. 08, 2005

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I had the most amazing picture of God the Father come to me the other night... I was holding a baby and thinking about how we always talk about God carrying us, holding us, everything like that; yet I have very few memories of being carried. The ones I have are from when I was a preschooler, and older, being carried on someone's hip. I have no memories whatsoever of being a tiny baby cradled in someone's arms, just sleeping, completely confident in the security of their arms. I don't remember that at all, but I got the picture of a completely grown woman, lying in God's arms, much like an adult holds a newborn baby. Cradled in the crook of God's arm, curled up in a sleeping position, fast asleep. That's the kind of picture of God holding me that I've gotten, and that's the security that I want to feel every time I think about it. His arms are the only things beween me and a long fall, but his arms are strong enough to hold me there and not let me fall. They are more than enough security for me.
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