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Advent 3: God Incarnate

Saturday morning, I stirred the pot on the stoveand noticed the contents were too watery.I felt churning in my stomachand butterflies in my chest.Translation:If this doesn’t work outI can’t handle it. This is what puts me over the edge?Date squares … Continue reading

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