When We Allow God to be the Author of our Life
I was stunned as I watched her husband play the guitar. What made his gift even more amazing was he played one-handed.
I was stunned as I watched her husband play the guitar. What made his gift even more amazing was he played one-handed.
What if I don’t know what to say? What if my words are jumbled? I don’t even know how to use eloquent, “religious-sounding” words.
What I realized is that I had become a lot like a stalker—someone who just collects facts and information about people they’re too scared to meet.”
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