“I love snakes,” my 7-year-old neighbor said to me. “Sometimes I catch them and kiss them and I don’t even wash my lips.”
“Life has a way of testing our anchors and tempting us to drift. Nevertheless, if our anchors are correctly placed in the rock of our Redeemer, they will hold no matter the force of the wind, the strength of the tide, or the height of the waves.”
-Dieter F. Uchtdorf
“I love snakes,” my 7-year-old neighbor said to me. “Sometimes I catch them and kiss them and I don’t even wash my lips.”
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