She sat in her usual spot on the curb of a dead-end steet in a town long ago forgotten by time. Her disheveled hair reflected what her life had become. Her dull eyes and her dirty, tattered clothes gave anyone who passed by an excuse for not stopping to help. To comfort.
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Shoes with Soul
It was time for the offering, and what I threw in was steep. I watched as the shoe man reached into pockets so deep. I saw what the shoe man put in. Then I heard a soft clink as when silver hits tin.
Dark Moments
“It grieves me very much for your sakes that the hand of the Lord has gone out against me.” She was bitter that she was without husband and sons and attributed her circumstances to God’s discipline. The thee women wept together.