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Today I wanted to go to church with my little son. But the morning was different. I'll start with the start. My little son was born at three, to relax and get up to him. I got up and played, we were watching a story. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. We were up to five in our room then we went out to eat something, but didn't want to have breakfast so early. After I took her to my bed, I prayed for our day, but it wasn't as I wanted, but as God shaped it.