The Beauty of God’s love and forgiveness
I remember when I was around 10 years old, there was a girl at school who was a couple of years older than me who was constantly being teased and treated harshly. I can see
her clearly, as if it were yesterday, even though it was over 50 years ago. She was a stocky girl with tangled jet-black hair, and her clothes were often
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