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Days of our lives
Yesterday was St. Patrick's day. I did know that, really! But I didn't say anything, because I must confess- I really don't know anything about him except for that 'St. Patrick was a british slave who spread Christianity into Ireland,' which came off of the back of my National Geographic Map of Ireland. Clovers and horseshoes and luck of the Irish, indeed! Then, there's all this information I've picked up from our backwards American culture... apparently, St. Patrick was obsessed with weeds, snakes, and the color green? I once read a Tommy dePaula book about him, which, quite frankly, was not memorable. But let's go back to what I do know: British. I like that. Christianity, how awesome! And Ireland... I won't say anything here, but for those of you who know my da, think of him.
Well, I'm excited for our meeting tomorrow night. As some of you know, I've missed the last two Youth-group meetings. This explains why I'm feverishly erecting new email addresses, websites and magazines... I miss you all! I've been praying for a lot of you, and I can't wait to get back in and catch up. I'll probably be giving a lot of you the web-address for the keyportyouth site, which is largely unknown, dispite it's long history. God be with you all,
-Melody Davidson. (Warning: This message is not censored. It's almost the middle of the night, and I may very well have messed what I'm trying to say up. In the end, it comes to my flaws of being human. Please remember me in your prayers).
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