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Points To Ponder Pam Keech Bryan
Wednesday, December 8, 2021
We moved to Canada in 1981 where we had a lovely garden home. It was a 20 minute commute to our church where my husband was Worship Pastor. Our morning routine went like this: after breakfast, my husband bundled up, kissed me goodbye and went out, closing the door. At some point he’d realize he’d forgotten his briefcase. He’d then return to the house to retrieve it, sneaking another kiss. If it didn’t happen every time, let’s just say it happened often.