The Duct Tape on My Rainboots

Recently I wrote Beth Moore a letter. In it I said, “I’m not baptist, but I think an ‘ooh glory’ slipped out of my mouth at one point.” It happens. My hair is braided so I feel more in touch with my baptist sisters. Ask my friend, Hannah. I said “ooh glory” and “aks” to her both in one day. She’s not baptist- she’s a wonderful shade of Carmel Mocha that I can’t achieve if I try, but God has blessed her with beauty. He blessed me with the jokes. We each have something.  I’m reading through Joshua 7 this…

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