Brandon Moist, yes, my husband, went hunting yesterday for the first time ever. At 4 am he woke up and followed Ethan into the woods. By 7:33am Brandon was texting me, "Good morning. I love you...and the baby." As he looked up from his phone, a doe walked out from the brush within 30 yards of his rifle. Boom, Bambi went down. I know this is going to sound peculiar, but sometimes God speaks to us in mysterious ways. After I congratulated Brandon and bragged to all the teachers that my husband shot a deer, God spoke to me. The deer is a sign of grace and provision. He is going to provide all we need.
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