His Hands

I almost lost myself…   Rationale strung in knots; sentiments tempted to tear.  Sight opposed belief.  Crippling brokenness overwhelmed.  Nihilism overtook.  With clenched fists held high, flailing in the air, “How could this happen to me?!” I sat destitute with Job beside me.  His arms were raw from boiled flesh.  He was alone and rejected. ... Continue Reading →

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