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As an adoptive mother, I faced the challenge of hearing the truth about the wounds inflicted on my children that led to their adoption Some of these were outside the control of their biological families, such as the monster of poverty or the beast of oppression Some of these wounds came through wickedness, like witchcraft and greed and strife Some of these wounds were direct abuse, outside my comprehension of how one might treat a child
In my sophomore year of college, I met and married a beautiful girl named Deb We fell in love immediately, were married as students, and began our life together in the summer of 1970 I was preaching all over West Texas as a youth evangelist, and Deb often traveled with me to sing and play the piano With my Bible in hand, I preached my heart out at youth revivals and rallies in small towns and churches all over Texas, never imagining what was about to happen to our family At the end of a hot
It was a typical Thursday night for our team. We arrived at 8:30 p.m., unloaded our food, and set up in front of the DJ ...
