His world was about to fall apart. He felt like a ship lost at sea with a broken-down engine, a damaged rudder, and mal-functioning radar, and no sign of rescue in a raging storm. He began to unravel at the seams.
Category: suffering
Hope is an Anchor of the Soul
His shrieks could be heard day and night in the nearby village. The people of the village tried to shackle him – not to help him, but to silence him. But they could not subdue the wretched man. He gave up hope, UNTIL
Jesus stepped out of a boat and into the man’s tortured world.
Would Somebody Please Comfort Me!
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.