Sitting in the
Just like the old pair of pants that don't fit anymore, the old wineskin of my youth would not hold where God has taken me over this journey. I'm glad. I wouldn't go back to that person for anything.
Sitting in the
Just like the old pair of pants that don't fit anymore, the old wineskin of my youth would not hold where God has taken me over this journey. I'm glad. I wouldn't go back to that person for anything.
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"he old wineskin of my youth would not hold where God has taken me over this journey."
I like that
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