Jenny Wilburn

Things are Different Now

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My Father’s Present

This is not the blog post, but there could be one here about the story about the car. I left text here so you can see what it looks like. In January 2015, John Reuben Long prayed to God to give him a ministry in the remote villages and islands in the southern end of Lake Victoria, Tanzania. John prayed for it on his knees by his bed, lying on his back in the woods, and

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