Incline Your Ear
Saturday, March 24th, 2012
Whenever I think of my father, I picture him at our kitchen table. During the early hours of morning, I commonly found him sitting there with his Bible open and his head bowed. He was either reading or praying, so I moved about the kitchen in silence until he spoke first.
One particular day,...
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