God Planned Your Slavery


Grateful for the two wooden beams and thin blanket that are your bed, nights of freezing on dirt floors not too distant, you still can’t sleep. If there ever was a time of wrestling with your faith and questioning God’s ability to keep His promises this would be it. It just doesn’t make any sense. This is not where you are supposed to be. This is not the life, the hope and future you believed God had promised you. Continue reading

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