There is a creek about one hundred steps from my front door. The flow of water is steady and constant, ebbing and flowing in girth and force with the amount of rainfall we are blessed to receive. Because that little creek, over time, has made quite an impression, I cross that creek by going over a bridge. In some places, it has cut through rock. In others it has massaged away dirt. Either way it has caused a deep change in the landscape, obvious to anyone crossing the bridge to get to my house. Such is the effect of a Kingdom Woman…

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