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When I forget God, I forget the blessing of being called by the special name he gives me, Beloved. It's not too late to turn back. He's waiting with open arms.
By CAROL GHATTASWhen I forget God, I forget the blessing of being called by the special name he gives me, Beloved. It's not too late to turn back. He's waiting with open arms.