The parched soil of fear needs steady rain. — Max Lucado, Fearless: Imagine Your Life Without Fear
The parched soil of fear needs steady rain. — Max Lucado, Fearless: Imagine Your Life Without Fear
The parched soil of fear needs steady rain. — Max Lucado, Fearless: Imagine Your Life Without Fear
The parched soil of fear needs steady rain. — Max Lucado, Fearless: Imagine Your Life Without Fear
The parched soil of fear needs steady rain. — Max Lucado, Fearless: Imagine Your Life Without Fear
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The parched soil of fear needs steady rain.

— Max Lucado, Fearless: Imagine Your Life Without Fear
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