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The first thing I noticed about my son when he was born was the size of his hands. Before he came into our world, all we had known were little girls. Their little hands were all so dainty, their fingers long and delicate. Not this one. He was born with man hands. I remember holding that fresh newborn hand and marveling at how wide it was, feeling deep within that God would grow him to be a mighty man of faith.

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