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.
Tag: sorrow
When Life Caves In
We seek answers. We want to know why? Why does she have to suffer so? Like Job, we want God to tell us plainly His reasons for allowing such sorrow. What is God’s plan? But God does not reveal His plan; He reveals Himself.