For Wilshire Baptist Church
While decorating the house for Christmas, I was reminded again how God has stirred up my life and perhaps messed with my memory – but in a good way.
Time after time, as we pulled decorations out of boxes, LeAnn would ask me where something came from: an ornament, a nativity, a knickknack. And much of the time I couldn’t tell her because I didn’t remember. Now, the fact that she was asking me was a strong hint that the item was not something she brought to our marriage 11 years ago. But beyond that, I still couldn’t tell if the item was a gift, was bought new at a store or secondhand at an antique shop.
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