<h1>&nbsp;January 22,&nbsp;2025 -&nbsp;<strong>Restored Destiny - Karen Hardin</strong></h1>
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<p style="text-align: justify;"><strong>On Christmas Eve, </strong>our five-year-old grandson had finished dinner and wanted to play as the rest of us finished the meal. Presents had already been opened and he wanted to get back to playing! A few minutes later he came back to the table and grabbed my hand, “Gigi, you need to come here.”<br /><br /> I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t asking me to come play, but to see something…<br /><br /> His little hand in mine, he led me over&nbsp;to the window where we had a Christmas decoration that had caught his attention. And no wonder. It was large red metal truck. In the bed of the truck were two Christmas trees and a large present. The headlights and other parts of the truck lit up. Normally it had been on a counter where he could see it, but not play with it. But it had been moved to the floor—within his reach—as we moved food to the counter in the place where it had been displayed.</p>
