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When I was a ten year old tomboy, I drove a four wheeler through a fence on my family farm. One moment, I was laughing and the next, the top strand of barbed wire wrapped itself around my neck. But God, my life would have ended that day. If you look closely, those scars are visible. One eventful day, an attentive doctor, and a near death experience left its marks and no amount of ointment or bandages could make them go away. It’s a good story, evidence of adventure, pain, risk, and a faithful, merciful God at work in my life.

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