“My soul was like a fragile skiff tossing without a pilot in a stormy sea. I knew that Jesus was there, asleep in my craft, but the night was too black for me to see Him. All was darkness. Not even a flash of lightning pierced the clouds. There’s nothing reassuring about lightning, but at least if the storm had burst I should have been able to glimpse Jesus.”
— Jan 05, 2019 12:12PM
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