Spiritual warfare blog

Spiritual Warfare On The Move, Very Slowly I don’t know why, but I looked out onto the stoop of the back door.  And there he was.   I wondered what magic had brought him there.   He wasn’t there on his own, so to speak.  Next to him was an empty peanut shell, broken in half.   When I first spotted him, the turtle was vigorously wrestling with one piece of the shell.  Perhaps he was trying to eat it.  If so, he didn’t...

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