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Who am I?

The sum of my experiences cannot describe me
The offspring of my womb cannot label me
The position I hold for work cannot brand me
The possessions I own cannot explain me

I was born into the viscosity of darkness
Enveloped in sin I myself did not commit
I lived chained to a hope in nothingness
Until God’s light shown on me and I invited Him in

I am a new creature created by His hands
His masterpiece – His workmanship
He chose me to be blameless and perfect
Before the foundations of the world were anchored to their place
He inscribed my name upon His palms
And numbered every hair in my tresses
I am royalty, the daughter of a King
I am His child and His friend
I am adopted into His forever family
He purchased me with His blood and
Paid all that will ever be charged against me
I am redeemed, forgiven, and complete
I am justified and one with Him in spirit
I am a citizen of heaven sojourning in this world
I have a spirit of power, of love and a sound mind
I have the mind of Christ and
I can do anything through Christ
Who loves me with His inseparable love
I am established, anointed and sealed for His purposes
I am His tabernacle and a minister of His reconciliation
I am seated with Christ in heavenly places
I am blessed and accepted in Jesus
I am victorious and triumphant
I am the righteousness of God in Him
I am secure in my promised inheritance
I have His might and strength
And all of His promises are Yes and Amen to me
Because He died, I am not just alive, but eternal.
I am accepted by the only One who matters.
I have been delivered from the power of the darkness
And transferred by God to His Kingdom of Light
You ask Who am I? My answer – I am His.

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Who am I?

Compiled by Marietta Harrell from the NKJV

The sum of my experiences cannot describe me
The offspring of my womb cannot label me
The position I hold for work cannot brand me
The possessions I own cannot explain me

I was born into the viscosity of darkness (Psalm 51:5)
Enveloped in sin I myself did not commit (Rom 5:12-19)
I lived chained to a hope in nothingness (Eph 2:1, Rom 3:23)
Until God’s light shown on me and I invited Him in (Isa 55:1-3)

I am a new creature created by His hands (2Cor 5:17; 1Pet 1;23)
His masterpiece – His workmanship (Eph 2:10)
He chose me to be blameless and perfect (Eph 1:4, Mat 5:48, Deut 18:13)
Before the foundations of the world were anchored to their place (Eph 1:4)
He inscribed my name upon His palms (Isa 49:16)
And numbered every hair in my tresses (Matt 10:30, Luke 12:7)
I am royalty, the daughter of a King (1Pet 2:9)
I am His child and His friend (John 1:12, 15:15)
I am adopted into His forever family (Eph 1:3-8)
He purchased me with His blood and (1Cor 6:20, Acts 20:28, Heb 9:22)
Paid all that will ever be charged against me (Eph 2:13, Heb 9:14, 10:19, 1John 1:7)
I am redeemed, forgiven, and complete (Col 1:3-14, 2:9-10; Eph 1:7)
I am justified and one with Him in spirit (Rom 5:1, 8:33, 1Cor 6:17)
I am a citizen of heaven sojourning in this world (Phil 3:20, 1Pet 2:11, John 15:18-19)
I am His ambassador (2Cor 5:20)
I have a spirit of power, of love and a sound mind (2Tim 1:7)
I have the mind of Christ and (1Cor 2:16)
I can do anything through Christ (Phil 4:13)
Who loves me with His inseparable love (Rom 8:35-39)
I am established, anointed and sealed for His purposes (2Cor. 1:21-22)
I am His tabernacle and a minister of His reconciliation (1Cor. 3:16, 6:19, 2Cor 5:18)
I am seated with Christ in heavenly places (Eph 2:6)
I am blessed and accepted in Jesus (Eph 1:3, 5-6)
I am precious and beautiful (Psalm 139:17, Prov 31:30)
I am a light shinning in this dark world (Matt 14:16)
I am more than a conqueror, I am an overcomer (Rom 8:37, Rev 12:11)
I am victorious and triumphant (2Cor 2:14, Rom 8:37)
I am the righteousness of God in Him (2Cor 5:21)
I am secure in my promised inheritance (Rom 8:17)
I have His might and strength (Col 1:11, Phil 4:13)
And all of His promises are Yes and Amen to me (2Cor 1:20)
Because He died, I am not just alive, but eternal. (Rom 6:11, John 3:16, 10:28)
I am accepted by the only One who matters. (1Thes 2:4, Acts 5:29)
I have been delivered from the power of the darkness (1 Pet 2:9, 1Thes 5:5)
And transferred by God to His Kingdom of Light (John 1:4-5, 1Pet 2:9)
To the query – Who am I?
My indisputable unwavering response – I am His. (Rom 8:15-17)

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Did I Speak That?

Recently, at a park, my oldest grandchild had a Razor RipStik, which is extremely difficult to ride even for adults. It is similar to a skateboard, but instead of four wheels, it has two wheels – one in the front and one in the back. He had made great progress at controlling it and was able to ride for long periods of time. His younger sister wanted to try. She kept telling us she couldn’t do it. All of us began encouraging her, “You got this.” “You can do it.” “You can do anything you put your mind to.” And shortly, with a bit of help, she was riding!

Why is it that encouraging children comes so easy, but encouraging adults is a bit harder? I am not talking about people you sporadically come into contact with at work or church, but those you know best – your spouse, your parents, and maybe even your boss. Is it that our familiarity causes an expectation? Perhaps it’s as simple as we don’t think about it because our relationship has grown comfortable.

When first married, we had pretty defined roles – he worked outside and I did the work inside. As our incomes grew and demands for our time increased, we hired help for mowing and weeding. Pretty soon, as I saw it, I was doing all the work – laundry, dishes, cleaning. Complaining got me nowhere. We hired a housecleaner to come every couple weeks. But the day-to-day living chores continued to fall to me.

I employed this truth – everyone loves to be encouraged and thanked. I began to profusely thank him for every time he emptied the dishwasher or did a load of laundry. I lavished encouragement over him with my thankfulness – “Thank you so much for helping me by unloading the dishwasher. You are the best husband ever.” I noticed that he began to help more.

I applied this to my job. I sent notes of encouragement to my boss and his boss. Every time I got a raise – no matter how tiny – I sent a thank you card to the head of our department. Pretty soon, upper management knew my name. When my husband was transferred to another state, upper management would agree to create a new position for me – not just once, but several times.

I do not encourage others in order to manipulate, but from a sincere heart. I am thankful for my husband’s help and I am thankful I received raises when I worked. The outcome of my thanks and encouragement was the fruit of building others up.

Select someone close to you (if married, choose your spouse). Ask the Holy Spirit to enable you to encourage them every day. Find something good to say every day to them. It only needs to be a short sentence. Don’t expect any encouragement in return. Be patient. This will bear fruit.

“And let us consider one another in order to stir up love and good works” (Hebrews 10:24)

Go encourage someone.

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Did I Repeat That?

“Please tell me what it is their business does? How do they make their money?” my friend was asked. Working for a family who was extremely secretive about their lives and business, my friend answered, “It is not my story to tell.” Powerful words that put a stop to the questions and ultimately to gossip. I strive to make that my pat answer when asked about confidential and privileged information about someone, although I don’t always get it right.

Recently, a woman came to me with confidential information about her husband she “wanted me to know”. I asked her if she had permission to share this information with me. She didn’t. I suggested she call him to ask for permission. She wouldn’t. I told her this was his story and if he wanted me to know, he would have told me. She tried to share the information from several ways, but each time I effectively stopped her. I wish I could tell you that I have been successful with stopping others or stopping myself, but the truth is I have not. Although each time I am faced with a situation, I hope to improve with the help of the Holy Spirit.

Gossip is the sharing of information, even if true, about another person we have no business revealing. A gossiper is also called a whisperer, talebearer, babbler, slanderer and busybody. Gossip may look like venting, spreading rumors and opinions, or seeking advice.

“But no man can tame the tongue. It is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.” (James 3:8) Nothing portrays this better than gossip. With it you can ruin a person’s reputation, divide relationships, and destroy trust. “He who covers a transgression seeks love, but he who repeats a matter separates friends.” (Proverbs 17:9)

Tackling this problem requires us to admit we partake in gossip – either by actively sharing or by listening. Confessing the sin of gossip to God will free us to ask the Holy Spirit to help us conquer gossip. Ask ourselves why we want to share something about someone else. Getting to the bottom of our intentions may help us defeat gossip. Pray scripture over ourselves: “Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips.“ (Psalm 141:3) James’ advice is to take our time to think through what we say before we speak. “So then, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath;” (James 1:19) Refuse to listen to gossip. Walk away, change the subject, gently ask the person not to share – just don’t listen. “Where there is no wood, the fire goes out; and where there is no talebearer, strife ceases.” (Proverbs 26:20) Every time we feel the need to share something or listen to someone share, change the tearing down to building up. “Let no corrupt word proceed out of your mouth, but what is good for necessary edification, that it may impart grace to the hearers.” (Ephesians 4:29)

Go build up someone.

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Did I Remember That?

One of the basic principals of Christianity through our personal relationship with Jesus is forgiveness of sins. Jesus says in Luke 6:37 “Judge not, and you shall not be judged. Condemn not, and you shall not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven.” If we are to strive to mirror Christ, that includes forgiving others – even when they don’t deserve it.

Jesus says in Mark 11:25-26 “And whenever you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone, forgive him, that your Father in heaven may also forgive you your trespasses. But if you do not forgive, neither will your Father in heaven forgive your trespasses.” Forgiveness doesn’t see right and wrong. I confess that this is not easy…especially when you have been wronged. But with God all things are possible.

There are to be no limits or conditions to our forgiveness if we are to model Christ. We need to get to forgiveness quickly so we don’t give the devil a foothold. God tells us in Isaiah 43:25, “I, even I, am He who blots out your transgressions for My own sake; and I will not remember your sins.” We know that God can’t truly forget anything. If He did, then the devil would know something God didn’t know. God chooses to forget by not counting our sins against us. Forgiveness is a choice – a matter of our will – not of our feelings. My Pastor says when you don’t forgive someone, they hold your happiness in their pocket. Choosing not to forgive may seem like we are in control, but in actuality, unforgiveness controls us. It causes bitterness and a hard heart, which negatively impacts all of our relationships.

So how do we forgive others the way God has forgiven us? It cannot be done without the Holy Spirit changing us – prayer is our first line of defense. Next, we must consciously choose to forgive quickly. When we are the offender (even if only in the other person’s eyes), we should strive to say “I’m sorry” and ask for forgiveness quickly. Commit that you will not bring up past wrongs – period. And finally, just as you were forgiven without paying a price, do not require others to pay a price for your forgiveness.

I encourage you to write down all unrepented sin and all unforgiveness on a blank piece of paper. When you are finished, pray over the paper – asking God to remove all unforgiveness in your heart. Then destroy the paper (burn it, shred it, tear it to pieces) and make it as dust beneath your feet. If you need to make something right with someone, write out a letter apologizing. Sleep on it, go back to it and make sure it does not make excuses for your behavior. Show it to your pastor for counsel. Then read it to them in person or over the phone; mail it to them; or, if they have passed away, read it aloud and destroy it. And don’t bring anything up or talk about it with anyone else – ever.

Go forgive someone.

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Did I Do That?

The first day of a high school public speaking class changed me, an extremely shy child, forever. Each student interviewed another and introduced that person in a speech. Things would have turned out different had I have gone before my interview partner. My fellow student pointed out I was extremely quiet so he had a hard time getting information. He closed with these words – “I believe, however, that still waters run deep.” I had come face to face with how I was perceived. I agonized over his description. I was an introverted young teenager. I did not want to be that person. I wanted to be heard and noticed. I wanted to express myself. I wanted to be different. I made up my mind that I would change – I would not be that shy teenager any longer. During the eight introductions between his speech and mine, I changed. When my speech introducing him was completed, the teacher asked him if he was sure he had interviewed me. After the class ended, I was asked to be on the speech team. The girl that had walked into that class never left – a new girl emerged.

As Christians, we are in a constant state of sanctification. Philippians 2:12 reminds us to “…work out your own salvation with fear and trembling.” Not because we are saved through our works, but our faith works together with the Holy Spirit and our efforts to progress us towards being a mirror of Christ’s characteristics. One of the lists of a believer’s traits can be found in 2 Peter 1. I read that list (self-control, godliness, brotherly kindness, etc.) and realize there is much work to be done within myself. I read books, listen/watch teachings on Christian traits, and read scriptures over myself. Permanently changing my character is not easy. Knowledge does not always bring change – I need practical application.

When I lie in bed at night, I reflect on my day. First I think about what I did that mirrored Christ’s image – being kind to the clerk who kept talking to her friend on the phone instead of helping me, or stopping to help someone even though it made me late. Then my thoughts turn to what I didn’t get right – any type of negative behavior. I examine myself to find out why I acted or reacted badly. I concentrate on my behavior only. What someone else does or doesn’t do should not dictate my actions or reactions. We are all in different places of being a reflection of Christ’s characteristics. I can only change me so that’s where I focus. I brainstorm how I could have handled a particular situation better. I relive the event in my mind handling it anew.

Paul said in Romans 7:15 “…For what I will to do, that I do not practice; but what I hate, that I do.” Changing our character is difficult, but with God all things are possible.

Go be different.

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Did I Bless That?

“Greg, get up! It’s another day in which to excel.” When my husband was a child, his father would wake him every morning with those words. Needless to say, he excels at all he undertakes. His father planted good seed in him.

A farmer selects seed based on what he wants to grow. Seed is an investment as is the knowledge and equipment that will nurture it. A single seed will produce exponentially more crop. Reaping happens in a completely different season from sowing.

Our words are seeds. What we plant is what we will harvest. Negative words bring forth curses; and positive words, good fruit. We have the power to give life or death to not just an individual but circumstances. “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit.” (Proverbs 18:21) It is easy to overlook this powerful truth as concerns our family members (we are prone to hurt those we love with our words). This principle carries into almost every area in our life including ourselves – we can be our own worst denigrators.

How many times have you found yourself complaining to someone about your kids, spouse, or parents recapping their negative characteristics, especially when you are frustrated with them? Those words spoken over them are destructive – a death curse. They bear no good fruit – just tares and thorns.

Far too often negative behaviors are retold in detail to God during prayer. God knows the situation – it’s not necessary to echo the problem. The retelling gives life to the problem and may expose someone unnecessarily. Negative words serve only the purposes of advancing the kingdom of darkness.

In Romans 4, Paul tells how God changed Abram’s name to Abraham, which means “father of a multitude.” This was done when Abraham was old and had no children. God spoke life over Abraham – “…God…calls those things which do not exist as though they did.” (Romans 4:17) Every time Abraham heard his name, he was reminded of God’s promise for him.

It is difficult when we are frustrated with someone to speak positive words, even in prayer. It helps to use God’s Word and turn scripture to prayer over someone. God’s promises for you are the same ones He has for others. By speaking blessings and calling the things which we do not yet see as though we do, (the same thing God did with Abraham) we are planting godly seed and advancing God’s kingdom. God always watches over His Word so it accomplishes His purposes. When we utilize His Word, we are in agreement with God’s will. You may not see the harvest of your positive words immediately, but be patient and trust that there will be a reaping in the perfect season.

“I call heaven and earth as witnesses today against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that both you and your descendants may live”. (Deuteronomy 30:19)

Go plant some good seed.

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Be Still

The darkness of the night wraps itself around me
Yet my mind is cluttered with burdens of the day
My heart, my soul, be still — Be still my mind I say

The early sun awakens me before my eyes are opened
The day’s worries yet to be have already loudly spoken
What to wear, where to go, what to eat, all rain down upon me
In my head they swirl around screaming for attention

Wake up, make the coffee, catch the news, shower
Rouse the kids, make the beds, feed the dog, water
Hit the road, off to work, get a check, power
Car pool, dry cleaning, mail box, groceries, runner
Post-school happenings, I’m a taxi driver
Cook food, give a kiss to the man I married
Check homework, watch TV, everyone to bed
Off come my shoes, I finally take that breath

In the idleness of this busy-ness my mind takes over
The balance in the checkbook and the report from the doctor
The perceived offense from a friend, the problems of addictions
The family estranged away from me and words wrongly spoken
My own shortcomings, held in my head filled with much guilt and shame
All beat upon me without relent as torrential hard rain
Tension, stress, anxieties press upon me – I am overwhelmed

Then in the futileness of all these problems He reminds me….
One by one I shed all things I collected in the weather
Of this drenching thunderstorm laden world that I inhabit
I peel them off as layered clothes and robes no longer wanted
And naked without restraint I escape out from the climate
To the only place of harbor from the undulating winds
To the presence of the Father, in the shadow of His pinions
His strong tower, my refuge, and place of security
Always waiting open, through His Son, this doorway is to me
For I am the daughter of the Lord and King of Majesty

Through His door I run – there’s no other hope for me – I surrender
On my knees, I weep aloud and deposit all my burdens
And when my breath in exhaustion has finally cried it all
Upon my face I lay while I listen for Your still small voice
To thunder in my heart and soul as Your stillness takes ahold
It permeates and resonates throughout my mind once cluttered
Every cell it saturates with Your quietness recovered
In this silence is where I wait — confident You heard my tears
Wrapped and enveloped in the tranquility of Your embrace
I hear Your voice, the sound of many waters, the music of
Trumpets and harps played with skillful fingers, the clap of loud thunder,
The peacefulness deep in me and the knowing that I know
You speak to me in your calm, my shelter from the storm, I pray
My soul, my mind be still – Be still my heart, You say

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This Doesn’t Change Anything

This Doesn’t Change Anything

A court said marriage is defined differently
Oh my – What’s the church to do?
I’ll tell you church – This doesn’t change anything

We serve the highest court with the highest Judge with the highest law
that cannot be undone by any worldly legal gallery

We are here to share the gospel both with words and with deeds
To love, encourage and pray for one another to the King of kings
To see sinners, of which we all are, brought to repentance
through the God who won’t be obliterated by any man’s written challenge
I’ll tell you church – this doesn’t change anything

We opened our hearts to the abortionist and saw them restored
We opened our compassion to the unwed mother and saw her redeemed
We opened our lives to the adulterers and adulteresses and saw them renewed
We opened our sanctuary to the liars and thieves and saw them reformed
We opened our doors to the addicts and idolaters and saw them conformed
We opened our arms to the partyers and porn lusters and saw them purified
We opened our family to the opposite sex shackers and cohabitators and saw them sanctified
And we open our church to the same sex couples and we will see Jesus transform
I’ll tell you church – This doesn’t change anything

We will not be moved from the firm foundation on which we stand
A marriage equals one woman and one man
Sin is sin – no matter if judicially legalized
Despite man’s attempt to minimize
For us its sin and we will not be harmonized

So we will love them all in words and deeds
We will watch them be transformed by the highest court with the highest Judge
who is filled with unlimited mercy
Who desires that not one soul be lost
Who saves the brokenhearted, the shameful, the miserable and the lost
Who leaves the many to rescue the few
Who saved me and you and you and you
I’ll tell you church – This doesn’t change anything

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In Memory of Mrs. Lovey Winslow

My hands tore open the box and began to methodically empty the contents. Shoved into the moving box without proper packaging was the small basket with the blue hand-made beads. My eyes welled with tears as I was sucked back in time.

I was barely eight years old when I first met Mrs. Winslow – Mrs. Lovey Winslow. She was 70. Little did I know the life-long impact this woman would have on me. I spent only three years with her before we moved. She was what I always imagined a grandmother would be like. When she hugged, it felt like her full body enveloped me both outside and inside my heart – she was warm, patient, and caring. She taught me about life; she taught me how to vacuum without power; how to run a pedal sewing machine; how to tat, crochet and knit; how to iron without a cord; how to plant and reap; how to eat corn while sitting in the rows on the ground; how to make and bottle dietetic root beer when no business did; and how to love another human being. She taught me how to have compassion; how to doctor wounds without traditional medicine; how to be a kid and at the same time how to be industrious; and how to be a help to others. She died about a year after I last saw her – just a few days before I posted my last letter to her. My dog had died. I knew she would understand the pain that gripped my childlike heart. Shamu the whale at Sea World died that year, too. Funny how a kid’s mind blends all the deaths together.

She had given me that little basket to remember her by – and now it was crushed, broken and useless. That basket traveled with me through many, many moves – across state lines – across the mountains, through deserts and valleys. I cherished it because it represented so much to me. I had grown to love Mrs. Winslow – the first person outside my family that I ever cared for. My first relationship outside of myself and the small world I knew. I was aware that others existed but I didn’t love them. Compassion rose up in me as I begged my mom who didn’t drive to take my dad’s car to get Mrs. Winslow her insulin when she accidentally dropped and broke her last vial; and I watched Mrs. Winslow bring a bedside pitcher and basin to care for my mom when she couldn’t get out of bed. And now the only part of her I had held onto – the only part of my pretend grandma – was ruined. I cried over her loss for the first time since I was 12.

I originally met Mrs. Winslow on October 31, and I was doing what kids did in those days – knocking on strangers’ doors knowing the reward would be a treat. Mrs. Winslow invited the entire group of us – about ten – into her home. Obediently we went – she filled our bags with coins, oranges, her homemade popcorn balls, and she filled my heart with that “outside myself” compassion. She had been widowed recently and now lived alone. She invited all of us to come back and see her anytime. As far as I am aware, I am the only child that took her seriously. Her casual invite was taken as an offer from a queen or the President’s wife. I gladly went back – again and again. During this time, my mother was bedridden with something my child mind didn’t understand. So my days, outside of school, were filled with the wisdom and love of a lady I barely knew, but came to love. She would be the first person I would lose in life. She would leave a hole – though I didn’t know it then. As I write this, I cry. I weep. I grieve. Not only because I miss her and my own parents, but because I don’t know if she knew Jesus as Lord and Savior. I don’t know where she is spending eternity. I didn’t know Jesus personally – didn’t know about sharing him – until she was long gone. I didn’t know her children, or grandchildren or great grandchildren. I wish I did. I would tell them about her – her life accomplishments as a nurse during the war, as a co-developer of the current humane straight jacket used today, as a tender loving person, as a roofer at 72, as a planter, sower and reaper all her days, as a generous wise woman. But she may have lacked one thing – Jesus.

So the tears run down my face not for the loss of this wonderful woman, but for her eternity that remains unknown to me. I wish I could find her family to ask about her faith. My humanness wants to believe because she meant so much to me, because she was so good to me, and because she taught me so much, that God would let her into heaven. But the truth of the matter is, without believing that Jesus Christ was God, manifest as a man, who died in her place and rose again to be with the Father in heaven – there is no way for Mrs. Winslow to be in heaven. The Word is clear on the pathway to eternity – one way only – Jesus.

Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me. John 14:6

  • Who has made an impact on your life?
  • Do they know Jesus as their Lord and Savior?
  • If not, can you find the courage to share the truth of the Gospel – to ensure that you have done everything to guarantee they spend eternity with Him in heaven?

Lord, you told us to share the truth of the Gospel locally and across the globe. May no one we know not enter into Your kingdom because we lack courage and gave into fear. Prepare the hearts of those we know and those we meet who haven’t received Jesus into their hearts as Lord and Savior of their life. Give us a mind to know that it is our charge as Your children; give us the heart of compassion that would seek to see those we know join You in eternity; give us strength to do it and not give up; give us Spirit-breathed words to speak that will cut to the very soul; and let us reap a harvest of living souls for Your kingdom. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

  • In loving memory of Mrs. Lovey Winslow
  • Born on March 4, 1897 –  Died in Salem, Oregon in April 1971

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