Imagine losing ten children in a single day, along with your health and all your possessions, without any reason to hope for a recovery. Three of your friends come to give you comfort, but they only add to your misery! In these messages, we walk in Job’s sandals, feel his …
If only we could see the tender hand of the Savior who bleeds for us, how different it would be.
In the blackness of depression, it’s more important that God sees us than if we can see Him.
Our destiny does not rest in the hands of Satan. We rest in the hands of God.
God is always teaching us—enlarging our understanding of who He is.