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Of the Desperate

Brushing the robe, halting hesitant, two fingers barely touched the hem— desperation bleeding pain and disappointment for years and tears. It was a desperate touch, a face-to-ground, weighted-down touch. And in the moment He knew, and I knew. In the … Continue reading

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