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At times I really want to update. Yet, when I finally arrive at the keys, thoughts and words flee. Here are the stragglers:
But really, I'll come up with something good later.
Hey ladies, does God really come speak to you and tell you to break up with your boyfriends? (I ask this on behalf of somebody else)
Hope. Gosh, I need more of it.
If I can survive 15 weeks of teaching Deuteronomy, then my life story will become a textbook on grace. Unless it already is. Probably.
But really, I'll come up with something good later.
Hey ladies, does God really come speak to you and tell you to break up with your boyfriends? (I ask this on behalf of somebody else)
Hope. Gosh, I need more of it.
If I can survive 15 weeks of teaching Deuteronomy, then my life story will become a textbook on grace. Unless it already is. Probably.