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“Dear God, please don't let me be too busy to recognize your blessings, or hear your voice.”

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Germany Kent
Germany Kent

Germany Kent, born on July 29, 1975, is an accomplished businesswoman with over two decades of experience in the business sector. Renowned for her sharp business acumen and exceptional leadership skills, Kent has held senior management positions across various industries. Her career is marked by innovation and breakthroughs. more

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“Thee asked me where I'd been and how I'd fared. I've been quite a step. . . and fared mighty well the whole ways. If a man'd fared any better'n me it'd unsettled his mind. I've had two eyes and seen sights so pretty there's no words to duplicate them. I've drunk the wine of astonishment. . .standing still, gazing. I've had two feet and no better land anywhere to walk on. Green plush grass in spring, and leaves like a carpet in fall. I've smelled white clover in daytime and quenched my thirst with live spring-water. I've earned my bread in the sweat of my brow, and still do, hard-scrabble like any other man, but making out. I've had for wife the one woman I'd choose, and been free to lift my voice to God. Though mighty backward, I reckon, in making out what He's had to say to me. I've fared so well. . . .that a jot more'n I'd be crying.”

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