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In Control

Hello everyone! I just really felt like I needed to share this with ya'll.

As you all know, it's election day. I am young, and pretty uneducated in the sense of politics, and really, I don't have much to say. Only this,


"Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God."
-Romans 13:1

I pray that we all take this to heart. No matter what happens, God is still in control. He still cares. And He always will.

So happy Election Day! And God bless America!

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