Stories from a Good Life
Ordinary people – extraordinary God
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Ornaments of Gratitude
It was dark. We spoke softly, careful not to wake our son. After hours of screaming in pain, our one-year-old was finally asleep in the hospital metal crib next to us. My husband was telling me of an experience that he had while traveling. He had heard someone explain a special tradition they had. Each…
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