God as a Mother Hen
I remember one of those “light bulb” moments from seminary. My father, Don, was a faithful, gentle, loving man who deeply cared for his family. As a child it was…
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God as a Mother Hen
I remember one of those “light bulb” moments from seminary. My father, Don, was a faithful, gentle, loving man who deeply cared for his family. As a child it was…