The Key of Evidence

Last Wednesday, my dad came over to get the key to one of my cars to prepare for some repairs. He noticed it was severely worn to the point it would be impossible to get a replica. He advised me to go to the dealer and they could make me an original as long as I showed proof that I was the owner of the vehicle.

The next day I set out to get my key made. Though before I left the house, “the voice” (AKA the Holy Spirit) said More

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