Running the Race of Life
I think my dog, Liesl is a snob. Apparently she loves riding in Thad’s Lincoln and will literally fling herself to get into her center compartment car seat. But offer a ride in my “old
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I think my dog, Liesl is a snob. Apparently she loves riding in Thad’s Lincoln and will literally fling herself to get into her center compartment car seat. But offer a ride in my “old
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Heavenly Father. We are so grateful for every beat of our hearts, every blink of our eyes, and every breath in our lungs. We are grateful for those times of adversity for you have shown
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My biological father was an interesting, energetic, well-educated man with many God given talents. He was charismatic, had a talent for writing, acting and could sell you your least favorite car if you gave him
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It had been a cool spring, a strong breeze was gently caressing our skin where the Florida sun had warmed us. Mom and I had settled on the back porch, her with her scotch and
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