I remember the first night in my own house. New wife. Mortgage payment to make each month. I felt responsible—more than I ever had in my life. And, honestly, there was a part of me afraid. It wasn’t a boogie man kind of fear. I’ve never been one to be that kind of afraid very much. It was a revering kind of fear. An awe of the weight of the responsibility. The enormity of the demand in front of me. Click HERE for more.
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