He is Good, Even in the Storms

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Gusts rage against the front of our faces as eyes squint for the big, yellow, school bus, coming up the hill. At only a few feet tall, I see the wind push and pull, take the mighty cedars and bend them low, without question or permission. And I wait, as his tiny voice, resonates through the […]

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