Words of Hope for a Baby Born Blind
Help me to know the weight and pain of this life and not to be breezy when the mountains have fallen into the sea. Help me to have the aroma of Christ’s sufferings about me.
Help me to know the weight and pain of this life and not to be breezy when the mountains have fallen into the sea. Help me to have the aroma of Christ’s sufferings about me.
“Brace yourselves,” the doctor said. The months that followed were a Gethsemane place for me, a taste the bittersweet of Job, “Even if You slay me…”
A year ago, each day was a step into the unknown. Life ...felt out of control. Our perspective about the future was bleak. Maybe that sounds familiar.
We fight for big and little things, but this rubs against faith - surrender to the will of God and His plan, which might include suffering and even death.