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“Returning to our question, “How are we to be hospitable to our family?”. We love them, we are thankful for them, and we offer up praise to God for them. We do not cook and feed our families with a grudging, discontent spirit. Rather, we do so with a gentle and quiet spirit, eager to demonstrate our love.”

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