I amble to the mailbox, praising God for the strength to walk this far. Two doors down, I catch a glimpse of my neighbor returning home from his afternoon walk. Usually his wife of over
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I amble to the mailbox, praising God for the strength to walk this far. Two doors down, I catch a glimpse of my neighbor returning home from his afternoon walk. Usually his wife of over
Read moreI sat in my comfy rocking chair, coffee on the side table, bible in hand. The Lord had been teaching me to sit quietly before Him. Listening. Waiting. Resting in the knowledge that I am
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