It’s a normal Tuesday at 3:30 p.m. I’m in the kitchen sweeping crumbs. Or washing dishes. Or trying to write a blog article real quick. From a faraway corner of the house, I hear an unmistakable sound. The sound of whining. My youngest son is...
Lie not one to another, seeing that ye have put off the old man with his deeds; And have put on the new man, which is renewed in knowledge after the image of him that created him.
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