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I’ll never forget a dream God gave me all night once, where I saw a large bucket of pure white paint, and one by one different men came to the bucket and added different colors from their own buckets, convinced that this would be better.  Sometimes the paint looked almost white, but it wasn’t any longer “pure white.”  As this went on, I just cried and cried and cried.  My heart was broken and I cried out, “Lord why am I so grieved.”  And He said, “Look at how everybody tries to add to what I have done for you!”  I knew my heart was breaking because His was!

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