I am seven.
Wiry little person whose once neatly pulled bun is now a rowdy afro with a small pulled tuft in the middle where the ribbon still holds on for dear life. 586 more words
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The term unconditional love has become a catchphrase of the church. It’s prettied up with curly cue ribbons. But let’s think a moment.
1. Blueletterbible.com search engine found no match in the bible for the term “unconditional.” NKJV… 192 more words