Compassion
She slammed the door. I screamed in agony as I looked at four distinct dents in my fingers. Pain exploded like fireworks on the fourth of July. I
She slammed the door. I screamed in agony as I looked at four distinct dents in my fingers. Pain exploded like fireworks on the fourth of July. I
This morning, I read about trusting God in frightening and precarious situations and how many of the characters, who were real people, depended on the strength that God gave them.
As we drove home, we discussed our experience with the mysterious skier. We hadn't seen him going up the canyon. He didn't ski down to the road either. He just disappeared.
How do we live? There are different voices raging in our world, our nation, our state, our county, and our city. There are strong opinions in all directions.
My mother wrote of a time in northeastern Montana where she and my uncle were caught in a terrible blizzard, walking home from school.
There will be other storms in this life because we live in an imperfect world. The storm of this pandemic will end.
We can take courage from these verses--those gems from the past.
Will life return to normal? I can't answer those doubts and nagging questions, but I can point you to One who knows about our situation. Remember the promise mentioned above. He promises to strengthen and help. He reminds us not to fear.