Time to Live
On June 29, 1979, I was praying in my office in Novato, CA. As I knelt beside the couch, I heard a voice in my heart say, "I'm going to take you home." I got off my knees and sat down on the couch. I was really upset. "Lord, are you telling me that I'm going to die? I have two little boys who need me. Kristina is pregnant. She and our new...
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