It’s difficult to see them, the three little ones in the left corner of the old photograph dated 1933. But they are there, looking toward the camera from a triangle of shade, three of my grandfather’s eight younger siblings looking with curious stances towards the little house he is building ...
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I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. – Psalm 142:4 What heartbreaking words! At the time of this writing, David was fleeing for his life. He was tired, frustrated and discouraged, ...
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