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“We fear we are unheard. We are sure of it, but it is not true. It was in that original Gethsemane that Jesus, in the words of Hebrews 5:7, “offered prayers and appeals with loud cries and tears to the one who was able to save him from death, and he was heard…” And we are heard.”

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Beth Moore
Beth Moore

Beth Moore is an American evangelist and Bible teacher renowned for her engaging speaking style and her dedication to women's Bible study. Born on June 16, 1957, she has emerged as a significant figure in Christian circles, particularly among women, with her teachings that emphasize personal growth and spiritual development. Moore has penned over 20 books and Bible studies that have reached a broad audience. more

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