Under the Wide White Oak: An Allegory
Dis-Ease’s hands shook, her heart pounded, and her stomach churned. “Wonder, help me!” She felt Wonder’s strength and discovered her courage.
Dis-Ease’s hands shook, her heart pounded, and her stomach churned. “Wonder, help me!” She felt Wonder’s strength and discovered her courage.
Chronic illness changes the script of your dreamed-for, fairy tale marriage, but true love still writes the best stories.
If I view solitude the same way I see loneliness, it produces a negative emotion in me, but when I think about solitude in the context of God’s Word, I know it can mean something much different.
I am speaking out my shame in chronic illness so that it can no longer chain me with its lies. ... shame has taken up in my thoughts, so that we can tear down its stronghold.