I love the softness of babies. I'm watching a little one every few days now. I remember when I worked and my little love was in the tender care of my own mother. I try and provide the same security and love for A.
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- I am a daughter of The Most High King. I fumble and mess up yet the King calls me to His side, searches out my heart, sings over me and calls me His own.
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