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“Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. ~Job 13:15
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Wait. What?! You mean they are not always right?
We so seldom question all the they’s, this is a refreshing reminder. Thank you! (((hugs)))
I too often find myself listening to what they without question. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. 🙂