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“Sometimes the pain in the pursuit becomes part of the gifting. Part of the way God's call is formed. This injury may not be an end, but God forming something deeper in you." She narrowed her eyes. "Did you pursue everything? With us? Because to me, that also felt like a gift from God.”

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The Royal Artisan

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