Suffering with your Friend
Heather Gray
My husband and I met Josh and Wendy when we moved to York, Pennsylvania, and started looking for a church. Wendy immediately introduced herself,
My husband and I met Josh and Wendy when we moved to York, Pennsylvania, and started looking for a church. Wendy immediately introduced herself,
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Once upon a time there was a woman (okay, me) who was shocked. I was a little disgusted even, when I discovered my friend
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