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Susannah Wesley’s Apron No pilgrimage to Israel; No cloistered cell; No holy retreat. Not with ten tumbling children rumbling through the house. Despite the chaos and noise, the never-ending grind of making ends meet, the demands of Motherhood. She made time to talk with God. Under her own ‘Temple of Meeting’ fashioned from her simple apron draped over her head, she prayed. In that holy place, like Moses in the desert, She met with God.
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