I know what I want to be when I grow up. I want to be a proclaimer of his excellencies. I should confess that I turned forty this year and adult it like a boss. But some days I still feel twentyish and wonder how my face got these wrinkles and how I developed the ability to predict the rain coming by my knee pain. My super power of accurately predicting the weather is also known as arthritis in some circles. But as I study the scriptures today, wrinkles and all, 1 Peter 2:9 is alive on the page.
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