This morning I took a glass of ice coffee to my son. He was half asleep, half awake. I told him good morning, set his coffee on his side table, leaned over rubbed his head and then kissed his forehead. He smiled. That smile warmed my heart.
These are the stories of the Preacher and I while learning to live in the grace of Jesus.
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Days seemed grander then. The sun would burst through the window each morning as an invitation to a new adventure. These were the days bef...
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Days seemed grander then. The sun would burst through the window each morning as an invitation to a new adventure. These were the days bef...
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The son of the Preacher and I raised his right arm and took the oath to support and defend the constitution of the United States against ...
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