onboard a ship with 300 other people that love Jesus and know that he
truly walked this earth, dead for us and that the account given of
him in the Bible is true.
Yesterday, as I was leaving my Dad's shop (BLF Europe), nostalgia
rushed upon me. It had rained, leaving the most wonderful smell of
rich, black earth that has finally been satisfied with rain water.
I've been halfway around planet earth, travelling to some exotic and
tropical nations, but I'm convinced that no rain quench soil smells
as wonderfully as French earth. Thank you God for senses!
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