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	<title>Comments on: Yearning Heart</title>
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	<description>Living One Day At A Time</description>
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		<title>By: lilian</title>
		<link>http://www.petertan.com/blog/2004/12/02/yearning-heart/#comment-1284</link>
		<dc:creator>lilian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That is a beautiful encounter, Peter.  God's little miracle of strengthening our belief of the promise that we will be together again.  That our loved ones never die, they have just go on to a better place, waiting for us one day.  

God bless your mom and may your heart be closer to Him even more.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That is a beautiful encounter, Peter.  God&#8217;s little miracle of strengthening our belief of the promise that we will be together again.  That our loved ones never die, they have just go on to a better place, waiting for us one day.  </p>
<p>God bless your mom and may your heart be closer to Him even more.</p>
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		<title>By: Marita Paige</title>
		<link>http://www.petertan.com/blog/2004/12/02/yearning-heart/#comment-1285</link>
		<dc:creator>Marita Paige</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>She came to say hi. Lovely. God heard your heart.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She came to say hi. Lovely. God heard your heart.</p>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
		<link>http://www.petertan.com/blog/2004/12/02/yearning-heart/#comment-1286</link>
		<dc:creator>Peter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lilian,
Was that really Mum or was it just a dream? There is a very thin line between both. I would like to think it is the former. God bless you too.

Marita,
What a lovely thought. If that really was true, dare I ask for more?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lilian,<br />
Was that really Mum or was it just a dream? There is a very thin line between both. I would like to think it is the former. God bless you too.</p>
<p>Marita,<br />
What a lovely thought. If that really was true, dare I ask for more?</p>
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		<title>By: lilian</title>
		<link>http://www.petertan.com/blog/2004/12/02/yearning-heart/#comment-1287</link>
		<dc:creator>lilian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Peter, some people may call us nuts, cuckoo, over imaginative or probably possessed and morbid.  Ha Ha Ha.  But we know better.  I know a lot of bereaved moms and listening to their encounters made me prefer to think of it as a tiny sign but not something we should test God to 'perform' for us.  Like roses that bloom in winter or a non-flowering 'foo kwei hua' (local pink flowers)which blooms right on the  death anniversary of a young man in Kuching.  I had experienced a warm stroke on the cheek before which until today I never question whether that was the breeze or a comforting touch from up above.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Peter, some people may call us nuts, cuckoo, over imaginative or probably possessed and morbid.  Ha Ha Ha.  But we know better.  I know a lot of bereaved moms and listening to their encounters made me prefer to think of it as a tiny sign but not something we should test God to &#8216;perform&#8217; for us.  Like roses that bloom in winter or a non-flowering &#8216;foo kwei hua&#8217; (local pink flowers)which blooms right on the  death anniversary of a young man in Kuching.  I had experienced a warm stroke on the cheek before which until today I never question whether that was the breeze or a comforting touch from up above.</p>
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		<title>By: justmeoonly</title>
		<link>http://www.petertan.com/blog/2004/12/02/yearning-heart/#comment-1288</link>
		<dc:creator>justmeoonly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I used to have dreams like this when I was a child. Closing my eyes, hoping what I dreamt will return again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I used to have dreams like this when I was a child. Closing my eyes, hoping what I dreamt will return again.</p>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
		<link>http://www.petertan.com/blog/2004/12/02/yearning-heart/#comment-1289</link>
		<dc:creator>Peter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Justmeoonly,
Unfortunately for me, most times they do not come back.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Justmeoonly,<br />
Unfortunately for me, most times they do not come back.</p>
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