Rubber Ducky Memories I walked into the guest bathroom this morning and saw my grandson’s rubber ducky sitting on the edge of tub. Memories of a smaller tub and a similar rubber ducky floated into my head. January 3, 2003—Pedro had eaten his breakfast one painstaking bite at a time…. Read more“What a Rubber Ducky Taught Me About Salvation”
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