It was a beautiful summer evening. Sunlight cascaded across the sky, turning clouds vibrant shades of orange and red. I found myself collapsed on a curb, watching my son Asher attempt to ride a tricycle. He was only two at the time, so his short legs couldn’t reach the pedals. Yet he didn’t quit, and I couldn’t help but swell with joy and pride as I witnessed my little man’s resilience. As I sat there watching my son, God dropped something into my heart. I heard the words...
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