I have had several car wrecks, and thought I was going to die in two of them. Both times I yelled out for God, one time to save me, as I was a young mother of three. The next time to thank Him for a live well-lived. I have not died yet.
Some wear polish. I don’t. Some fix their hair. I don’t. Some take care of their teeth. I didn’t. Some die. I haven’t.
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