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  • They Cried Out: Miracles in the Midst of Storms

    Miracles in the Midst of Storms

    A beloved friend is given a chance to hold her grandchild while cancer whittles and distorts her bone marrow. Her prognosis was death at 45 years of age but she is now 48 and cherishing her first grandchild. Do we cry out and worship the science and doctors? More

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