“God, where are you?” Veata managed to utter through sobs. “You said that you would always be here but I don’t feel it. I cannot take this anymore.” At a breaking point, she pleaded with God for a sign.
“I know deep, deep, deep in my heart that the Lord has things for Luke that he’s been promised,” says Kristi Lundgren. “He’s promised us that there’s still healing for Luke. There’s still freedom from that box that he’s in, that place of not being able to communicate…
There was no denying Joel Paulraj and Sridevi “Sri” Kuzhandaivelu had a connection. But to admit their burgeoning feelings would mean unspeakable betrayal to both of their families, and turning their backs on some of the most deeply held tenets of their culture…
Alfredo “Freddie” Rios remembers the night a few years ago when he awoke with a start. “God, is this really you?” he asked looking up, unable to hold back his tears. “Are you the One who did all of this?”
Rachel Sawyerr looks for the overlooked. She’s drawn to the hopeless, and the hurting. She gives the kind of hugs she was desperate to receive when she was all of the above.
I know if I catch this, I will most likely die and I’ve escaped death on several occasions...this is the most fearful I’ve been..
This crisis has opened my eyes to the fact that any thing can happen at any moment that can affect all of us in drastic ways. And when that happens, what will we stand on. This crisis has caused me to cling to the Word of God in a new way..
Definitely grief and fear and depression tried to overwhelm me… I got up and went to the lakefront. There I bared my soul and cried out to God.
I am a card-carrying member of Costco. I like bulk. I prefer abundance. And I’d be lost without leftovers. But this approach has never worked when applied to my walk with Jesus.
We are living in unprecedented times. As of this writing, Covid-19 has reached nearly every country on the planet and has brought along with it widespread sickness and suffering, restrictions and closures, and a heavy dose of fear and uncertainty. ..
It started with a simple trip to get water. But what happened at the well was so surprising, so life-altering, the woman couldn’t help but to tell everyone she knew.
It was the summer of 1956, and I was a seven-year-old living in Toledo, Ohio with my two sisters and my parents. As summer approached, my mother informed me that she had signed me up for the two week girls' session at YMCA Camp Storer in southwest Michigan.