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i took my eight-month old son into the woods with me to pray last weekend.  It was a cold morning and we were both bundled up in our winter gear.  Usually at this time of the morning he is extremely busy and a bit noisy exploring and discovering new things that have been left about the floor by our other children.  But as we hiked through the woods and up to the bluff that overlooks our little v…