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By Michelle Webster-Hein
February 10, 2014
This afternoon, before the youths from our church arrived at our house, I was distracted by the scarred baseboards and stained carpets and how much the kitchen walls needed washing.
But then our guests shuffled in and I remembered that all my life I have wanted a home where people sprawl out over the floor and laugh into their drinks and prop their dusty bare feet up on the coffee table.
