Embracing His Promises {while living where you can’t see them}

It was a warm summer evening in North Port, Florida. Crickets were chirping and the air hummed with humidity. We sat on the edge of the pool; our feet dipped in the tepid waters.

“I made a list,” she said quietly.

“For?” I asked, eyebrows raised.

“Our husbands,” she pulled out a pink sheet of paper and handed it to me.

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