I recently returned from an exhilarating dream trip to Alaska last Wednesday morning. Last Saturday, I pulled off the road to take pictures along a scenic river. I heard fish splashing and, without a fishing pole, rolled up my pants, took off my hat, and coat, and rolled up my sleeves. In no time, I caught a fish. The hotel clerk took a picture of me, looking like a mountain man in fighting mode. There’s more to the story, but this is the short version. God is good!
“You can now call me Jeremiah Johnson. It’s officially recognized! I the man has conquered and defeated his adversaries! I arrived and effortlessly traversed a rocky stream barefoot, enduring the cold of glacial streams and returning in a single day. I’m truly a true mans man!” 💕✌️🙏
Whispers of Grace 
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