When tomorrow seems uncertain – when all our fears mount up within our hearts – when even our faith is put to the test – we can be sure of God’s enduring, unchanging, undying and all consuming love. He has a plan in place for all our tomorrows. He knows exactly where we’re going and how we’re going to get there. The hard part, which really should be a piece of cake, is for us to surrender to His will. Pray today for hope in the future.
GOD HAS THIS!!
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
You never cease to hold me in Your strong and mighty hand,
You calm and gently guide when I so blatantly demand,
You guide my steps, You hold me tight,
You strengthen me with all your might,
You lift me from the deep, dark pit of ever sinking sand,
I’m just one speck upon this sinking ground,
There are so many other folks around.
But still You find the time for me,
You gave your life to set me free,
Your mercy lives, new life will now abound.
We don’t get too many perfect days where I live. When you suffer from breathing issues, allergies and old age, you relish it when a day comes along that’s just the right temperature, with low dew points and not much pollen in the air.
For the past couple weeks, I’ve not been able to venture any further than the door of the house to the door of the car. Not being able to get to the gardening has put me into a terrible mood. Yesterday, at the crack of dawn, I thought I might be able to plant some new flowers before it got too steamy, but the morning dew hung in the air and the steam fogged up my eyes. I quickly retreated to the air conditioned house.
Paul was on his way to teach an outdoor painting class, hoping the air would clear too. He said it might get better as the sun burned off the humidity. He was right. I went out again when he left at 8:30 AM. The air was just right, so without further ado, I donned my garden gloves and got those flowers in the ground.
A funny thing about aging – when you’re down on your knees, it’s a good idea to get as much done before getting up. So I began pulling weeds and the nasty grass that’s so hard to get rid of with the lawn mower. By the time Paul got home, I had filled two large garbage bags with weeds and trimmings. I planted and tended to the other blooms. I cleared off the raspberry bush of its remaining fruit. My face was red and sweaty. My knees were black with dirt. I was desperately ready for a bath.
When you have a good day at my age, you have to take advantage of it. Paul had an inspiring painting session with his students and was ready to get some outside work done too. After a light lunch, we went back outside and finished the work I’d started. The grass was mowed, the continuation of weeding ensued and thanksgiving for a beautiful summer day poured from our lips.
Today looks like a carbon copy of yesterday. Plans are in place to purchase some mulch and fill in the bare spots of the garden. If our bodies hold out, we may actually get it done. Aging is much like gardening. Our bodies need attention. If they don’t get it, they fall into disrepair, wither and die. Which reminds me, I need to take some Ibuprofen, rub some liniment into my aching muscles and spray myself with bug repellent- all of which should keep the mosquitoes away. Next week, I will surely pay for all this extra activity.
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
When we left for our trip to So. Carolina at the end of April, our ground was still covered with the remnants of a winter blizzard that pounded us a week before. We spent ten days on our journey, traveling across beautifully countryside which had already burst with the signs of spring. Purple Wisteria interspersed the now blooming forests and richly darkened fields of soil lay ready for planting.
By the time we returned ten days later, the snow had melted, but temperatures remained chilly. Hopes of spring seemed forgotten in an instant. The long month of May was filled with some quick growth as buds popped and trees filled with singing birds. Maybe all was not lost. However, it seemed we jumped right from winter into summer within those days. When you live in Minnesota, you expect to have severe extremes in weather, but those seasons of spring and fall are so elusive, you barely know they exist.
I wrote a poem a while back which led me to sounding a lot like Dr. Seuss. I guess you get that way when you live in a land of extremes.
Was it only yesterday, I didn’t put the hose away?
The winter months sailed swiftly by, but when they left I did not cry.
The winters in the great Midwest are absolutely not the best.
But finally the cold days passed. I yearned for spring, but it went fast.
It seems we’ve jumped from cold to hot. I do not like it – absolutely not.
The hose still lies where it has lain, for it will now be used again.
To water all the blooms that popped,
When summer came and winter stopped.
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
A great nation once united, now tarnished black with hate,
One nation bound by God’s own love, lies corrupt at Satan’s gate,
We hold all these truths apparent, that God created man,
We know that He has set us free, from Satan’s ugly hand,
Our God will once more lead our land, if we allow Him to,
He’ll lead us to true freedom, unite us through and through,
We simply must believe in Him and turn our prayers His way,
To trust in His intervention, and let Him guide each day,
We will only know true freedom, and feel that peace within,
When we join and be united, and put our faith in Him.
“But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—‘Thou mayest’— that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if ‘Thou mayest’—it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
Did you know that two of our early presidents wanted the celebration of our independence to be held on July 2nd? That was the day the actual signing of the Declaration took place by 12 out of 13 of the original colonies. After Jefferson, Adams and Franklin made some alterations, late in the morning of July 4, 1776, all agreed to the terms and it became official. Those two presidents, Thomas Jefferson and John Adams wanted July 2nd to be the day of celebration, but it was not to be. How peculiar that both of them died on July 4th, 1826, within hours of each other.
The Declaration was written primarily by Thomas Jefferson with the help of four others, including John Adams and Benjamin Franklin. The preamble remained untouched, but some of contents had to be changed after being presented to the Continental Congress on July 2nd. Delegates from all 13 colonies then adopted it.
Even though two of its writers objected to the actual date of celebration, it was determined by the majority to use the fourth of July. Even in those days, congress had a hard time coming together on things. Some things never change.
The fourth of July continued to be celebrated for years following its signing and actually became a Federal holiday in 1870. It was adopted as a national holiday in 1941 – only 77 ago. Still throughout the years it would be celebrated as a special day of freedom for those who live in our great country. Picnics, fireworks and special music were all part of it.
As flags fly and the heavy heat of summer rages down on us, let’s never forget those who stood up for their rights to govern themselves. Through their act of patriotism they gave us the opportunity to join in its glow.
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY – LET FREEDOM RING!
The big parade on the fourth of July always included children. There were those who watched on the lawn chair laden sidewalks, or on the broad shoulders of someone taller. There were those who spent time decorated their bikes, tricycles, wagons and doll buggies Crepe paper streamers would be meticulously woven through the spokes of wheels. Some of the doll carriages had crepe paper flowers of red, white and blue. Each mini-float carried its own signature. If rain occurred, it bled through the flimsy paper onto whatever it was attached to. Many times children arrived home with red, white and blue hands or backsides.
There were the “real” floats which carried lovely ladies, wearing flowing gowns and crowned with tiaras. Their gloved hands waved at the crowds. Marching bands from all the area high schools strode the streets with sweat rolling down their cheeks. Even in the heat of the day, these valiantly uniformed stalwarts pounded on drums and blew hot air into their brass instruments. Months of practice would turn even the most amateur group into a spectacle to behold.
When I was a kid, parades weren’t about having candy thrown to waiting children’s hands. It had everything to do with the pageantry – the patriotism – the celebration of freedom. Somehow those things have since turned into soap boxes for various other causes.
The fire truck signaled the end of the parade. Sirens blared and men in uniform rode atop the vehicle. Flags were everywhere. They dotted the sidelines as those in the audience waved them vigorously. Almost every house in every neighborhood had a flag somewhere on the property. Store fronts and other places of business were proud to display the red, white and blue. Today, respect for this symbol has been questioned and even ignored by some.
We live in a small town – actually one of the first cities established in Minnesota. The homes close to Main Street continue to display flags. Tonight there will be a parade in an adjoining town. There continues to be a spark of patriotism left in these little communities. I pray that the spark be reignited so that love of country doesn’t fade into oblivion.
As we enjoy the warmth of summer, let’s consider how important our freedom is and how it was bought. Thank God for our country and may He continue to bless it.
I will be taking a brief vacation from blogging. I’ll continue to write daily, but until we find a different internet service. I’ll be taking a vacation of sorts. In doing so, I’m hoping to concentrate more on improving my writing, spending time in the garden, focusing more on relationships and above all, getting closer to God by digging into His Word.
See you all soon😊😊
My Dear Child,
I know things look bad. The world doesn’t seem to realize just what a mess its created. There are wars all across the globe. Children are dying and being sold into slavery. People flee from their countries in search of a better place. Every form of inhumane treatment occurs on our city streets. People shoot themselves with illegal drugs to take the pain away, while others end their lives because they see no future in them.
I know it seems impossible. I know you wonder why we continue struggling for a better way. I understand why your heart is hurting and answers don’t come. It’s been like this for a long, long time, yet that doesn’t make it any easier to bear – does it?
Governing bodies don’t have the answers. Those who lead are confused by a corrupt system which refuses to change. Those who desperately long for the way things used to be, realize that will never happen. Yet there is still a handful, who know there is only one way to change things – a simple solution which has been hidden by darkness of evil.
Eyes have been shrouded by that darkness until it becomes a way of life for them. They don’t even remember what it was like to bathe in the light of heaven. Their hearts have become hardened and they turn away from the one who knows what is most needed. Their consciences have been twisted and devoured by hate, fear, the ugliness of sin. Their very thoughts have been consumed by the evil they wish not to do.
When all is lost, they will return. They will seek the healing of their nation and those who have brought her down. Their voices will raise to heaven and they will be heard. Don’t give up. Don’t despair. Don’t become so emotionally spent that your hope is destroyed. Ask and you will receive. Seek and you will find. Knock and the door will be opened for you.
Call on me in the time of your darkest hours. Call on me when things are going well. Call on me and I will be there for you. I’ve got this.
All My Love,
Your Heavenly Father
After writing my blog this morning, I thought more about how our children model themselves after us. They learn by watching our behavior. The retain the words we use, the actions we take and some of those not so nice habits. It brought a few examples to mind.
My husband and four year old son came home one day, after a successful day of fishing. Paul caught a record breaking fish and our son caught a smaller one, but just as important to him. Every time someone came over, Paul would take the fish out of the freezer for his friends to see. Soon our son was showing his catch of the day to his buddies. Unfortunately, he was too little to reach the freezer, so he stored it in his toy box. It didn’t take long for me to realize the fish was now decomposing, as the smell emitted from the toy box. It wasn’t funny at the time, but showed me how our children so want to be like us.
When the same son was playing soccer at the age of 8 or so, he was fortunate to have a coach from South America. All the boys adored this fellow and wanted to be just like him. As the coach began his training, he wanted the boys do everything he did – following his every move. The demonstration began and the boys were right on it. Especially when the coach swallowed a gnat and began to cough. The whole team began to cough as well.
When we moved into a new house, I was putting up pictures on the wall. My, then five year old daughter, proceeded to pound nails into her bedroom wall to display her Barbie clothes.
They watch us. They learn. I’ll bet there are hundreds of stories out there of how your kids followed the leader when growing up. Please feel free to share them. We all need a good laugh. It’s Friday and maybe some humor would lighten things up a little.
When children are young, they look to their parents as super heroes – men and women of steel – those who can make their boo-boos better and dry their tears when they’re hurting. When they get older, the mask and cape quickly disappear and it soon becomes apparent that parents aren’t much different than anyone else. They have problems – they can’t do everything – they make mistakes.
When children become teens, those original super heroes transform into absolutely ignorant. It isn’t until they begin life on their own that parents get the honor they deserve.
Parenting is one of the most difficult occupations out there. Most of us learn everything on the fly. No one tells you that your life is going to change completely. No one tells you your kids will get broken bones, hurt feelings and need protection from dangerous situations. I didn’t expect numerous trips to the ER. I wasn’t prepared for snakes, bugs, baby ducks, frogs and dead fish in the toy box.
Parenting is tough. You feel guilty going to bed with a sink full of dishes. You have so much to do, but your child wants a bedtime story. You’d really love a new pair of shoes, but school starts soon and the kids need school supplies. You put your plans on hold so you can visit your child’s school and share hot lunch with them or be their ‘show and tell’ item for the day. You cry when you’re not there to say goodnight and tuck them in for the night.
Martina McBride wrote a lovely song about this very subject. One verse kind of sums up what the whole parenting thing is all about.
“In my daughter’s eyes,
Everyone is equal,
Darkness turns to light,
And the world is at peace,
This miracle God gave to me,
Gives me strength when I am weak,
I find reason to believe,
In my daughter’s eyes.”
Our children look to us as role models. What kind of example are we setting? We’re their first connection to the outside world. Our opinions, our frustrations, our verbal attacks, how we regard our fellow man, how we extend ourselves to try and fix things, affect our children and the way they turn out. We have them in our care for the most malleable years of their lives.
Negativity is damaging and can turn ordinary folks into bullies, naysayers, doomsdayers and angry individuals. Is that the kind of kids we want to be running the world in the future? When kids come out of college with their degrees and a huge financial burden and no job, the example we originally set for them in our parenting days will either leave them feeling hopeless or ready to face the world.
Positivity is much harder to achieve. It requires hard work, patience and persistence. It also works best when motivated with God’s direction and assistance. We can’t do this alone. We can’t do anything without Him. He is the positive influence that can push us out of darkness into light.
It’s been a while since I’ve spouted off. When I do, I’m like one of those geysers in Yellowstone, that can’t contain itself. Lately, I’ve been trying to distance myself from the news and all the back and forth drama between political parties. Social media also has become a place to spew venom.
It angers me when children are used as political pawns – when they’re used to enter a country illegally – when their sole purpose in life is to be a piece of a broken puzzle. We’re in the midst of a huge debate as to the inhumanity of our sitting president. A man who clearly has stated that he is following the rule of law. The law is imperfect. It can and should be fixed. Instead it is being tossed back and forth between political factions, while the media has turned it into another circus.
Solomon, in his wisdom, made a judgment to split a child in half and divide him between two women claiming to be his mother. Of course the real mother relinquished all her rights for the benefit of her child’s life. Sometimes we need a good slap in the face to realize the truth.
Illegals coming into our country with children, may be trying to seek asylum, but they aren’t following the law. They are criminals. They’re placing their children in harms way by pushing their way into a country that has always welcomed the oppressed. We as a nation are touched by seeing men in cages and children being carted off to shelters. As a mother, my heart cries at the sight.
There has to be an end to the division in this country. We cannot become a nation of sheep – herded up and put into separate pens. We need to trust that our government is doing what’s best for our nation. We must begin to come together again and stop bickering over everything that is presented to us in the news, without gathering our own facts. Friendships take a hit when opinions divide. Families differ and argue. Words are said in anger and hatred follows. When we don’t fact check, we can be left flailing our arms in despair.
Our nation should be united. our soldiers fought to defend that fact throughout the years. We’re free to express our opinions because of our Constitution. We’re also a nation of laws and for far too long, the law has been twisted, abused, ignored and rewritten. For some unknown reason, the writers of our laws refuse to amend one which would put an end to this. Such a simple solution, to a heartbreaking problem.
Being united sometimes means bending a little to reach a conclusion satisfactory to all parties. It also means working together to solve problems. As long as there is a faction intent on getting rid of our current president, we can’t come together.
“And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand.”
Mark 3:25
A few years back, I played the part of a medium – though I look more like a large – make that extra large. A medium is one who says they can talk to the dead, reveal what might happen in the future and pass that information on the unsuspecting and naïve – all to make a buck.
My mom read her horoscope every day. I believe she only liked Chinese food, because of the fortune cookie she received for dessert. Whenever she visited a carnival, she wanted to have her fortune told by one of those charlatans. She didn’t plan her life according to it, but she seemed to be quite interested in what the future held.
Wouldn’t it be nice to know what lay ahead for you? I would love to see my grandchildren grow up, marry and have children. I often wonder what the future will hold for them. I’d love to get rid of my excess poundage and regain my hearing. Will I be rich? Will I find success? Will I become famous?
Some things might be nice to know, but on the other hand, if we knew everything we’d also be privy to the horrible. When will the next world war break out? Will I develop a terminal illness? How much longer will I live? Will there ever be peace? Will we ever see a return to the values our country was founded upon? The answers to those questions and may not be pleasant or what we want to hear. We may even lose sleep or become depressed over them. We could put ourselves into a state of anxiety which may lead to suicide. So is it better to know or not know what the future holds?
I believe God knows what He’s doing by withholding those facts from us. He’s all knowing for a reason. He wants to protect us from ourselves. He wants us to rely on Him for everything we have or will have in the future. He loves us so much, He even drew up the plans for our lives, in advance of our birth. His plan is always for our good. Sure there will be obstacles, but they’re there for a reason. Through our difficulties, we grow closer to God depending on Him to provide for us.
My birthday is today. To me it’s just another day in the journey God has laid out for me. I thank Him for bringing me safely through another year. I am confident that what lies ahead is in His hands and que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be, when we trust in our Creator.
” Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.”
Ephesians 6:11-12
Our world is a sea of people. I often wonder where I fit in, in that massive expanse. Little old me, is like a speck on the radar. Sure, there’s a heartbeat and blood flows through my veins, but it’s hard to consider how I stack up in comparison to all those other specks. We all seem to have inherited the desire to be noticed or be better.
We push through life with hopes and dreams, which may become shattered and bruised. Those goals we set, get trampled on by life and leave us breathless, hopeless, downtrodden and lost. Each hit brings another contusion – another slap in the face – another defeat. Still each of those bumps also bring growth, perception and discernment for the future.
In our civilization, it’s not the meek that gain success. It’s the powerful, the beautiful, the rich and the famous. The quiet ones go unnoticed. The underdog rarely hits the mark. The poverty stricken may remain that way until death. However, Jesus gave a very different picture of what success means.
In speaking of those that the world views as winners, Jesus noted they will have a hard time reaping the benefits of heaven. To God, it doesn’t matter if you’re rich or famous. He cares not about your appearance or outward pizazz. He turns the other way when He sees those trying to buy their way into heaven. His love is unconditional and yet He does demand our allegiance.
He gave the greatest sacrifice to pay for our souls. As His own flesh and blood were laid on the altar of the cross, Jesus paid the ransom for all mankind. Even the repentant thief that was crucified with Him was assured of eternal life in paradise. Our value is not measured by what WE accomplish, but by what God has completed for us.
As we start another new week, keep that at the forefront of all you do. Remember how valuable you are to the Creator of the entire universe. With Him in your life, you can move mountains.
“Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you will get neither.” C.S. Lewis
My dad lived through the depression. He was the father figure in a fatherless home. He was a hard worker from the get go. He spent his grown up years working in a factory and tending bar to make ends meet for his family. He died when he was only 62 years old from a long struggle with lung cancer. He was a diligent church goer with a wonderful tenor voice. He made sure his children also went to church and got a Christian education. He was my hero at times, my champion at others and my example through his life.
Sounds like a great dad. He was. Yet he wasn’t a super hero nor a champion. He often struggled with alcohol over indulgence. He seemed happiest when he’d had his fill. He made mistakes – big, serious, mistakes which affected all of us. He was a sinner, like every man, woman and child on the planet. Yet, even on his death bed, when he toughed it out through chemotherapy, he knew that his sins were forgiven. He had not yet forgiven himself for his mistakes. Isn’t this where we often fall short? We accept God’s forgiveness, yet we can’t let go of our own guilt.
When dad passed away I’m not sure if he had let go, but God gave me a sign that dad was in heaven. I’m not one to rely on these things as always being from God, but this one gave me great comfort. As my sister and I were on our way to Milwaukee from Minneapolis to see our dad for the last time, I noticed a single cloud in the persistently, clear, blue sky. It looked exactly like a dove ascending into the highest point of heaven. When we got to the hospital, dad had already died, but we discovered it was almost the same moment that I’d viewed that cloud in the sky.
It’s been a long time since I last saw my dad. I miss him. I wish he could’ve seen our children grow into responsible adults with children of their own. I wish he could’ve seen that his insistence on our going to church would pay off. I wish I could see him again – and I know I will, because I know I’m going to heaven and I know he’s there too.
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Even though this weekend promises to be one of the hottest in June, my artist husband, who does much of his art outdoors, will be painting at an artisans market at a renovated farmstead, several miles outside of town. Yesterday I went out there to see what had been done to this once thriving complex of buildings.
The farm was built in the 1800s with a five bedroom, three story home, a barn and several other interesting structures. During the years, nine children were raised there. Many discussions about daily life, problems, struggles and joys undoubtedly took place there. Imagine a dining room filled with eleven family members at once. Talk about patient parenting.
The house has been renovated to create an event center, retreat, or site of a wedding and reception. Outside there’s a gazebo, which will hold the bride and groom as they say their vows. Several out buildings have been converted into gathering places for guests to eat, converse and seek refuge from the hot summer sun.
As I strolled through the grounds, I got to thinking about how things can be restored into something very usable if they’re solidly made. The vendors had proof of that in their displays of antique items, crafted into pieces of art; repainted and shabby sheik furniture; signs filled with words of inspiration and so much more. A little imagination can convert something new out of something many would have considered useless.
Things were made with great care in the old days. The craftsmanship of yesterday was necessary, because it had to last for a long time. Today we get tired of things, replace them and dispose of the old.
When we’ve finished with our careers, retire, lose our jobs or have to re-evaluate our life styles, we think twice about getting rid of things. We hang on to those memories and all that goes with them. We cling to our belongings, because we don’t know what tomorrow may bring. Some of us (me) even frequent garage sales in search of things to restore.
Until our death, we all serve a purpose on this planet. When things aren’t going as we planned – when unexpected expenses arises – when a paycheck is no longer there – when someone needs expensive medical attention – God has a plan. Our troubles and how we get through them might help someone else realize there’s hope. Our experiences in the workplace may show another how to succeed. God’s perfect plan is for us to serve Him and each other. We all have the ability to do that.
The plan may be peppered with hopelessness or depression. Roadblocks and obstacles crush your joy. Yet, through those things, we’re being prepared for heaven – a place where we’ll have new bodies, without flaw – peace and contentment always – no pain, no tears, no sadness ever again. We will be restored to perfection.
“Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.” Plato
I may regret writing this post. I may say something that will be misinterpreted or come off as holier than thou. I may appear pompous or just plain ignorant, depending on how you think. The truth is most of us have said something which has hurt another – led them astray – caused them to second guess themselves – cut them like a knife. Our intentions were not to do any of that, but when we put our words out there, without thinking first, we’re setting ourselves up for a fall.
People in the public eye are often in situations where they feel the need to address something they feel strongly about. They have a captive audience after all. The movie stars who use an awards ceremony to state their personal opinions, are a good example of this. I’m not saying this is exclusive to public figures. It’s something that’s become a way of life lately.
Our kids slam other kids. Our teachers, in frustration, might say something that inhibits a child’s growth in a certain area. Parents are not immune. Couples argue. Doctors don’t always use a good bedside manner. In the heat of a moment, we’ve all been guilty of things we shouldn’t say. That doesn’t excuse any of it.
Thhe tongue, when not controlled, can become deadly. Bullying in our schools as well as the work place is on the rise, even though steps have been taken to put a lid on it. Are we not teaching our children to care about others and their feelings? Are we depending on social media to raise them? Are we becoming numb as a whole, because everyone else is doing it? Are we simply becoming unfeeling, uncaring, selfish human beings?
It seems to me that any kind of degeneration in a civilization takes place slowly. Now we are faced with a problem that’s been growing over decades. Unfortunately this age of technology feeds it. As this uncaring nature devolves, it eventually molds us into thinking it’s normal.
I’m sick of people bashing my president. I’m weary of our nation taking a hit by its own people. I’m disgusted when I see people I admire on the big screen, come out and use every opportunity to speak their piece. They never stop to think how their influence will affect someone else’s thinking. I’m also fed up with those who will not accept that our president was duly elected by the people of the United States. They use social media to voice their hatred and disdain. The public forum has gotten too big and now our words can go viral in a second. That is precisely why we need to be more thoughtful in our speech. We have the right to voice our opinion, but not to use every opportunity to spew hatred.
Not one of us is perfect in this area. Sometimes we do it with the spoken word, the written word, our influence, our status. The point is, we all do it. We speak before we think. The movie stars, the journalists, the politicians, those in power positions and all the rest of society, need to put ourselves on the back burner and concentrate on what effect our words are having.
We’ve been blessed with the right to express our opinions, but even then, we need to be careful how we express them. If our speech is negative, we need to shut up and listen instead. Maybe we do that anyway.
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