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I have been dwelling on a deep thought for about a week: Why am I here?

Am I here to write words that I only hope eventually land in the New York Times bestseller list? Am I here to wipe noses and butts? Am I here to be my husband’s helper? Am I here to mentor? Am I here to make an impact in the dyslexic community? Am I here as a prayer warrior? I know my passions, but what’s my point of existence?

In pondering these various thoughts it hit me what my real meaning is:
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