I don’t know how you start your day, but on freezing Minnesota mornings, I yank up the bed sheets and relish each minute before my feet hit the floor. My husband groans, stretches, and wedges an arm beneath me. I ignore the drool on his cheek. He’ll figure it out in a second. It strikes me that we’ve only experienced eighteen and a half years of such marital bliss. LOL! Good morning, Lord… And so begins a chorus of prayer I don’t ever want to stop (and not just so I could stay in bed.) Lord, draw Billy and …
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