Growing up in Maine, I went to small churches. One youth group had only two kids, a younger girl and me. Once a week we climbed the rickety stairs above the sanctuary to sit at a folding table across from a beard. Behind the beard was a mouth, and above it a pair...
Meadow Rue
Wife, mom, writer, friend, sharing God in my everyday life through “Faith Notes.”
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