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PLEEEEASE PRAY!!!

Hello Everyone! I have a request for all of you. Please pray and pray hard for me. I am REALLY struggling today. I feel like I have been given more than I can handle (even though I know that is not the case)and am dieing inside. Please, please, please pray for me! THANK YOU!!!

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Kristi said…
I emailed you, but please call me!
Whitney said…
Megan, I'm so sorry you're feeling this way. We will be praying for you!! Please know I'm here for you :)
Rachel said…
Big hugs, Megan! We're praying for you and are here for you.
BML said…
Meg! I'll be texting you throughout the day. Long drive ahead. Love you!
Becca said…
I am praying for you!!!!
Carly Peters said…
Megan, we love you and we are all praying for you. You are going to be alright. Love you soooo much friend!
Victoria said…
You have been on my mind so much lately.

I'm praying for you and your family.
Lindsay said…
I am praying for you honey!
Please keep your head up!
I love you

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