It’s always about this time every year that I grow wholly grateful for life in ways I wish would stick with me through the year. October is my birth month—a birth so many moons ago I begin to lose track. But October also is my death month. At least that’s the story I thought I was living nine years ago.
The Wonder of the Past: H...
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Published at Clinton County Daily News
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Mutual Affirmation: Try A...
Published on the Northview Church blog.
Perseverance in Waiting
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