I lost my temper. Again.
Before I knew it, I was raising my voice, trying to talk over my daughter. Our discussion was heating up and I was tired of listening. In my mind, she was saying the
After losing our precious baby Paul, God tenderly cared for me. He taught me what it meant to be loved and held by him when my world was falling apart.
Sometimes my faith shakes when my dreams are shattered. Since I cannot sense God’s presence, I wonder where he is. I feel alone & afraid as my faith wavers.
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