A Little City and a Little Church

The year was 1985 and I was 6 years old. My dad got out of the Marine Corps and moved our family back to his hometown in Indiana. My grandparents went to a little church on 10th Street, and in that that little church I learned that God loves me. I learned that God loves everyone. I learned God had plans for me. In a little city in a little church I learned to recognize God in everything.

 

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