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On Monday November 12th, 2012 at 12:02 in the afternoon, my heart stopped beating and I took my last breath. Inhaled, and nothing came out. Save for the eyes rolling in the back of my head and actually dying, my life ended. 
Some may think, and others may know, I'm a dramatic person, but that is the most realistic description I can give for when I mounted the tiny hill of the Pont Neuf overlooking the Seine river. What took my breath away (literally, no respiratory action of and kind) was possibly the worst view of the Eiffel Tower. All I saw was her spear engulfed in the Paris fog.

I realized I had up until that moment doubted her existence all these years. I took a picture of that horrible view because I know it will be one of the most cherished pictures of my life. I walked across the Seine on the Pont Neuf connecting the 1st Arrondissement in the city to the Latin Quartier. I started to laugh. Then started to cry. I seized with His inexpressible joy.

Then it hit me, if this is the power the view of one stretch of metal can have upon my heart and dreams, I may need more than one escort to help me down the aisle someday. And finally, what a horrific sight when I will one day be overcome by His eternal weight of glory which is beyond all comparison.

That picture will always remind me of the feeling of God's love.  A lot of new and noteworthy events have occurred in 2012.  There have been marriages, engagements, births, and baptisms.  All have brought monumental moments and tears of joy, but should I be amazed at the circumstance which took my breath away? No, for I think He has only just begun...



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