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Stripped

Stripped

I had a rock solid childhood until I was twelve. It really was idyllic. We lived on a cul-de-sac with twelve houses. There were twenty-something of us kids. We would play outside all day and came home when the street lights came on. We’d bounce 

Lightning

Lightning

They say lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice. I say, it may not, but it sure can strike an inch to the right of the original location. Do you ever think you got through a trial never to see that circumstance again? Surely God