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God’s unseen hand
They tell me I must roam far. They tell me I will never find what I seek, if I wait for it. They tell me I must wander . . . that the world is big and free, merely waiting… Continue Reading →
Here I am. Living here in my sweet little home, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Every neighbor either way I look is related to me in someway or another. And then there’s my church. A country little building, lost… Continue Reading →
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