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But the baby in her womb, He was the maker of the moon. He was the author of the faith, that could make the mountains move… It was a labor of love.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you that Christmas isn’t about presents.
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As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way. – Jack Handey
As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way.
– Jack Handey