Once when my pastor husband was out-of-town in a revival meeting, I was home alone with our two young children. We were sleeping soundly—then suddenly—I heard a loud crash… which seem to be coming from the kitchen. Thud! Crash! Then another, and another. Instantly, I was awake. Fear overtook my body. My ...
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