Bite of Bread: God’s Right Hand and a plea for prayer

It’s a right handed world, and I’m left handed. Desks at school held the writing arm on the right though sometimes one desk would have it on the left. There was never enough of those. And I hated pencil sharpeners at school because I had to use my right hand to rotate the sharpener. I … Continue reading “Bite of Bread: God’s Right Hand and a plea for prayer”

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