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Pumpkin Greetings


My mother-in-law sent this to me as an explanation of why we call our sweet baby girl Pumpkin...I thought it was wonderful and wanted to share (along with a picture of Pumpkin in her new high chair from Nana):


Being a good person is like being a pumpkin. God lifts you up, takes you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. He opens you up, touches you deep inside and scoops out all of the yucky stuff -- including the seeds of doubt, hate, greed, etc. Then He carves you a bright new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for all the world to see.


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