Up there?

That’s me, at Linda’s beauty shop on main street of Marathon, Iowa, in 1973. I can still smell the perm solution, the Aqua Net, the stale cigarettes from Ben’s barber shop across the hall, and the frying hamburgers from the café next door.

At that age?

Absolutely.no.clue what would happen when that same girl would later call on Jesus. But I do know this: When the call is made, all things are absolutely, radically, and beautifully possible.

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