She is the sweetest child in Africa (except for my three grandkids).
Her eyes are always peeking over my shoulder in the back of my mind. They compel me to do more for more hurting children.
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I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:14 Following His sandal prints...
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