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Before I knew it, he was standing before me, smiling. I couldn’t speak, I was overwhelmed by his presence. I forgot about all of those bags I had been carrying, all of the bags I had been focused on, everything I thought was wrong, it was all gone and I stood there alone with Him….
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On a service trip to Kentucky when I was in college we met a gentleman in the back woods (mind you this was in the late 1980’s) who owned a mule named Samson. After all the work was done at his house he was sizing up a couple of my male friends trying to determine…