Many people look back on a first childhood memory with fondness and longing for those more innocent days. My first memory, though, is a painful one—forever etched in my mind as a reminder of the miracle of God’s mercy that has taken place in my life.
I was about three years old, sitting at the kitchen table. My mother was standing at the sink doing dishes when she suddenly turned and...
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