The Saturday night darkness set in and a cool desert breeze passed through the house and all peacefulness was halted to attention. Angry yelling streamed in the open bedroom window, footsteps from a chase ensued, and the panic of scared voices echoed off the walls.
Read MoreI want to tell you about a flea infestation. And then I want to tell you about the hopelessness of relational recovery. But first I want to tell you a story about Howard Thurman…
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