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Walking Through the Fog
When the Fog Settles In Notes from Alex Have you ever wandered through your town, your community, or along a quiet trail and felt as though you were walking through a fog? Not a fog you can see with your eyes, but one you feel deep within your soul. You know the difference between right…
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Where the Ancestors Still WalkReflections on Faith, History, and Healing
Walking the Trails of Healing By Alexander Atkinson Jr. There are trails that wind through the forests of Southeast Alaska that have been walked for generations. Long before roads were built, our ancestors followed these paths with purpose. They hunted, gathered, visited neighboring villages, shared stories, and carried the wisdom of one generation into the…
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God Didn’t Let Me Break
[Intro] C G Am F [Verse 1] C There were nights I sat in the dark alone G With a heart so heavy it felt like stone Am Trying to smile when I was falling apart F Holding together a shattered heart C I had pain I never knew how to save G So I…
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Healing has it’s own Timeline
Allow the Healing to Run Its Course There is a lesson that seems to find Alex over and over again. Healing has never been something that can be rushed. After his recent heart surgery, he found himself wrestling with the same old temptation. His mind was already looking ahead—to the work waiting to be done,…
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A Journey Through the Storm: The Surgery That Marked a New Chapter
A Story of Faith, Gratitude, Healing, and the Gift of Another Heartbeat. For Notes from Alex There are moments in life that quietly divide time into two parts: before and after. For Alexander Atkinson Jr., one of those moments began with something as ordinary as opening a can of sardines. Years ago, while living on…
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The Night Before
Finding Peace in Prayer When the Road Ahead Is Unknown There are moments in life when the world grows strangely quiet. Not because the noise around us has disappeared, but because our thoughts have become louder than everything else. The night before was one of those moments. Sleep refused to come easily. The hours seemed…
