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Hold Me On the Carpet Here
At the altar Wednesday, Julie held me. At the altar Thursday, Grandpa Gary cradled me on one side and Carrie…
At the altar Wednesday, Julie held me. At the altar Thursday, Grandpa Gary cradled me on one side and Carrie…
I’ve wanted to write you a thousand times. I’ve been writing a ton for you, actually, but haven’t yet shared….
Today we are going to use sorting our towels as a practice for hearing God’s voice. Here’s a simple prayer…
“He has delivered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of his beloved Son, in…
Once upon a mid-October Tuesday, a fair maiden drove her two daughters home from the school house. (Ok, it was…
Seems like every year that we watch the fireworks, we encounter a false grand finale. We say, “Oooh. Wow. This…