A Prodigal Daughter, Living in the Valley of Dry Bones. That is who I was, though like Peter, I would swear the utterance of denial would never pass between my lips. I denied Him who loved me most. I bowed down to false gods. I ran away. Did the Lord spare me His wrath? No. …
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