He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

Miss Abigail

Out of four grandkids and seven great-grandkids, there are only two girls; Grand-child, Brittany, and great-grandchild, Abigail. But that’s nothing compared to my grandmother who had ten boys before she finally had a girl; my aunt and lastly, my mother. And on my dad’s side of the family tree, I was the first girl in seventy-five years. So, yes, the female population is pretty scarce in our family, so we don’t mind spoiling the ones we were blessed to have.

My post today features photos of Abigail that I transformed into digital art.

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He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

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