I remember the week after I gave my heart to Jesus, I walked in the clouds. The presence of God was so real I felt Him with me everywhere I went. It was summer and I was making hay with […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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I remember the week after I gave my heart to Jesus, I walked in the clouds. The presence of God was so real I felt Him with me everywhere I went. It was summer and I was making hay with […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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