I always wanted to be just like my mom. As a youth, I loved it when we dressed alike, even in my teen years, believe it or not. When my mom helped at senior centers,
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I always wanted to be just like my mom. As a youth, I loved it when we dressed alike, even in my teen years, believe it or not. When my mom helped at senior centers,
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A stiff breeze caught the horses’ manes and flicked their golden locks onto the young girl’s cheeks as she nuzzled her four-legged friends. Chelsea* had come a long way from her troubled childhood. Through the horses’ unconditional love she was beginning to heal from a young life marred by the unspeakable. She felt acceptance. She felt valued. And she was beginning to open her heart to the Savior’s love.
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