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Perfectly Imperfect

Perfectly Imperfect

I'll never forget when my children were born. When the doctor finally let me hold them for the first time, I remember thanking God that they were … [ Read More ]

Empty Tomb

What Are You Looking For?

My children's Easter best lay in the laundry room, her twirly dress and his white shirt grass stained from their search for treat-filled eggs. There … [ Read More ]