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My richest gain, I count but loss, Lord of love

Downsizing fifteen minutes at a time this summer, going through bins and boxes of artifacts and mementos saved from childhood, I saw progressions of meaning in what I valued most.  What I “worshipped.” So many idols.  Yet I also see that God was loving me, drawing me to Himself before Read more

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