Each time I drive by this I think of an imaginary place where I turn away from the wasteland of wrong thinking.  It’s a beautiful dwelling place in my mind where I turn my thinking over to the truths about who Christ is and who I am in Him.  It’s a plantation where I sew the seeds of grace and preach the gospel to myself.  It’s a habitat that I call Graceland.

So I finally had enough forethought to bring the camera and ask the question my husband hears all too often, “Will…

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