She stumbled to the gate, her soul broken and tattered. Her hands grasped for the gate as her knees collapsed, and they smacked the floor. She couldn’t speak. Her mouth was dry, her strength had faded, and her words had run out. Her feeble self, in contrast to...
I was sitting outside reading a book about how life rarely turns out as we plan. When I couldn’t help but tear up. I wanted to pray, but at this point in my life, it’s still a challenge. If I am being honest, praying biblically hurts too much. I remember praying hard...
