My husband, Michael. Our five-year-old daughter, Micah, has been put to bed and if I doze off it's usually with a smile on my face, because I'm happier than I've ever been, happier than I knew was possible. The man I married is everything I prayed for—with only one slight difference that turned out to matter, but not in the way I'd thought. Our age difference was an issue, not between Michael and me, but between God and me. It was a challenge to my trust in him to answer my ?prayers perfectly.
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