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I was walking in a nearby park a few years ago. It was one of those perfect summer days, not too hot, blue skies without a cloud in sight and just enough breeze to make walking feel like a gift. At the bottom of the hill, I noticed a man sitting with his daughters. The girls were gathered around their daddy, and he was reading a book to them.
Then I heard a whisper:
“Pray with them.”
Typically, I listen to those whispers. But for some reason, I hesitated. What if I intrude? What if they think I see them as something other than who they are? What if I just thought I heard the Spirit?…. READ MORE…
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