How my father got to know his heavenly Father
This is the earliest memory I have of my father. I am five and he is the sun that rises and sets on my little universe. I adore him. He gets a big hug and kiss before he goes to work. When he comes home, I am the first to greet him with more hugs … Continue reading How my father got to know his heavenly Father
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