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I laughed so hard, my face hurt not to mention my large belly cradling our first child. It was a very warm December evening in a crowded, modest home. My husband’s family – mother, sisters, aunts and cousins – showered me with not only many wonderful presents for our baby…
Keeping a journal for 48 years led to writing our book Shekinah Lane. Also helped bolster my faith in the power of God in mine and others lives.
Every February when I read devotions from “My Utmost for His Highest”, I remember this part of our lives.