(Story shared with permission from my daughter.) Some of our first friends to visit her in the orphanage caught a glimpse of the music in her bones. A crowd of tiny people didn't threaten her. They watched as she belted out a song in front of the other children at the orphanage.
Our relationship with the Word. (it's not th…
(Story shared with permission from my daughter.) Some of our first friends to visit her in the orphanage caught a glimpse of the music in her bones. A crowd of tiny people didn't threaten her. They watched as she belted out a song in front of the other children at the orphanage.
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