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As I stood in the room alone with the Savior, staring up at Him, I noticed his feet and the nail prints in them. I wondered if it would be ok to reach out and put my finger in the indent of His foot. I felt I could, so I did.
By Tara WilliamsAs I stood in the room alone with the Savior, staring up at Him, I noticed his feet and the nail prints in them. I wondered if it would be ok to reach out and put my finger in the indent of His foot. I felt I could, so I did.