Under the Wide White Oak: An Allegory
Dis-Ease’s hands shook, her heart pounded, and her stomach churned. “Wonder, help me!” She felt Wonder’s strength and discovered her courage.
Dis-Ease’s hands shook, her heart pounded, and her stomach churned. “Wonder, help me!” She felt Wonder’s strength and discovered her courage.
Chronic illness changes the script of your dreamed-for, fairy tale marriage, but true love still writes the best stories.
If I view solitude the same way I see loneliness, it produces a negative emotion in me, but when I think about solitude in the context of God’s Word, I know it can mean something much different.
