His Grace is All I Need
I was 17 the first time I stared down at two pink lines. Old enough to know they were the result of my own choices, but too young to understand how…
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Sometimes I Hate My Past
Sometimes I hate my past. Not all of it. I’ve had a very blessed life and really great times. But, there are parts of it I hate. There are parts I…
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