Here is grandma Deb with 3 of our grandsons pushing hay bales that weigh nearly as much as they do. I suppose we might be considered cruel by some to have these young boys out gathering hay bales in the field when it is about 100 degrees out, but they did great, had a good attitude, kept the complaining about the heat down, wanted to be there to help us (along with some members of our FLOCK) and put up nearly 1000 bales in two days. Having the boys help reminds us that it is not the hay we are growing, but it is men we are trying to help their parents raise them to be.
"Where Have My Sins Gone?" 1 Corinthians 6:9-11
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Three life-transforming words; liberation from the burden of my past in one
simple statement.
"Such were…but…"
King David, a man a whole lot more like u...
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