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Mijoy2
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Takes a lot to bring a tear to my eye. This did it.When it stopped my immediate response was to grasp for it again. “What? Say it again!” Then I lied there in amazement. He called me “his child”, he called me “his child”. I am his child! Me? Yes, me.
Ten years later, many times I walk around my home. My white picket fence, apple pie, married with children, Church on Sunday life … and I fall to my knees. I can’t believe it! In Him, I crossed over. I made it … from darkness to light. Me? Yes, me.
I thought I had come a long way.
Wonderful story Ana.