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The Sixth Day

July 1st, 2024 | 9 min read

By Isabel Chenot

Last Easter, I sat in the Good Friday service with our foster daughter. A few months later, she was placed with out of state relatives: we had her for a year. I believe and pray every day it's for her gain; and I give thanks every day for our year. But my chest still hurts every time I wake in the night.

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