Life is fragile. You never know When tragedies come Or when people will go. Baby boy Born too soon...
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February 13, 2013
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I will never forget the night our 13-year-old son came into our bedroom and said, “I think I’m sick.”...
One of the hymns my mother used to hum around the house when I was growing up, was “God...