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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

The Little Preacher

"I wish you would go to bed, mother. You know I cannot. Tell me once more, mother, are you sure God is good?" Again thus solemnly adjured, the poor feeble mother burst into tears. She held out her arms, and Doris ran into their shelter, just as she had done when a child, "Whatever He does, He is good," said the mother. ~ from The Little Preacher.


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