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.
We both grew up in faith-filled families, and when we got married thirty-three years ago, we were determined to keep passing on the faith...
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