I’m thankful for the way the Lord teaches me about his character through the pitter patter of those little feet.
Every morning, I roll over to find a tiny body lying between my husband and me. Sometimes I remember how he got there. Sometimes it’s as if he magically appeared.
Some nights I'm...
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