Ken Claar (Idaho, USA)
I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning?” - Psalm 42:9 (NIV)
It was the week before Christmas, and I was pouting. “Bah, humbug, God; I’m estranged from my family so I’ll sit here alone again and make my own dinner. At least I hope you’ll be with me.”
Then, on Thursday my friend Wally took me to the senior center for...
When I move away from God, God moves closer to me.
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