There is a chorus we sing at church that goes like this: "Who has the final say? Jehovah has the final say" Those words have come to mean more to me over these past few days as the accuser of the brethren geared up his armour to war against my peace of mind and my [...]
Numbers laced with death.
It's not yours!!!
Dear God . . .
At this point of the study, I felt the same shame as the one I felt when I admitted to the policeman that I was at church while my car was parked where it shouldn't have been.
. . . every now and then, I come across a simple but witty statement that carries so much weight in meaning.