"Sunday Morning" Testimony
Growing up, Sunday mornings were always my favorite morning of the week. The feeling of warmth and peace waking up to the smell of whatever breakfast my mom was making. Knowing we were all going to get dressed up and go to church filled me with joy. Every now and then, my dad would load us up and take us to a “fancy” brunch at Yaya’s in Wichita; which are some of my fondest memories from my childhood. Now, as a wife and mama, Sunday mornings are peaceful moments I...
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