- “I love my life”My child, my gift, my life. Would I have been in church that Sunday morning if I was them? Or any Sunday? Is it reasonable to acknowledge God as good when life has dealt you a blow that almost crushes you every day? The Mom was seated a few rows ahead of me. As the Dad passed by my pew, I could see a stiff body extended on both sides of his cradling arms, the head tilted awkwardly to one side. I don’t know what may have been the child’s physical condition. His large body was not in proportion to…
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