871. Counting down to Africa
872. Packing and making lists
873. Sweet tea
874. A clean chicken coop
875. Bones that will heal and God’s protection that things
weren’t worse
876. Little girls sleeping on my bedroom floor
877. Lunch with wonderful friends
879. Friends and surprises for Shelbie
880. Little fingers playing in my hair
The LORD is my rock, my fortress
and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and
the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
Psalm 18:2
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