Although it happened years ago, I’ll never forget the Sunday morning our pastor gave away a quarter for his children’s story. Our family was part of a small church plant meeting in a school gymnasium. At that point, there were only seven or eight young children. The pastor, an older man, always had a story …
I have another fear. One I seldom think about. In fact, I try hard not to think about it. I even pretend it doesn’t exist. It’s the fear that there’s something missing in my life.
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