I hear the rustling of an eager seven-year-old in the bedroom above what we affectionately call my “prayer room” as I type by the flicker of candlelight on this still-dark morning.
Next to my chair sits a gift — a catalyst for this unplanned morning note to you, my friends in this more-private space. This morning you came to mind as I considered the wait…
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