A couple of Saturdays ago I walked into our local convenience store. As I paid for my items the lady behind the counter commented, “You must be doing yard work?” I was. How in the world did she know? I was all sweaty. I stunk. I smelled of that wonderful mixture of sweat, gasoline, and freshly cut grass. It was obvious what I was doing. I wondered if people could tell that easily if I were a Spirit-filled
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