Why do you believe He exists?
Personally, I was born into a family where so much evil was present, that I simply never doubted God’s existence. 225 more words
Affliction? Horror? Pain? Why must I endure them? Then scarred hands reached out. Then I realized He was answering me.
I prayed every night, “Dear God, just give me some hope to make it through another day, hour, minute.” 949 more words