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Crossing Cultures Devotional Memoir

Walking, we wait

My earliest memory of waiting? “Wait a minute. Just hold your horses.”  

And the minute is never a minute. 

From childhood I push for immediate fulfillment of desires. Quick resolution of problems and struggles. Longing for what’s just out of my reach. The future.

I want it now.

So I hurry up! And wait.

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