Soul Snack 8/164 ... Silence Speaks
A head held low and still in devotion, caressed by the early morning rays, is eager to receive from on high. Surrounded by silence he prays.
A head held low and still in devotion, caressed by the early morning rays, is eager to receive from on high. Surrounded by silence he prays.
History records Job as probably THE man at the apex of suffering (who had actually not lost his life).
(This was written subsequent to a motorbike accident, when the rider was hit by an unseen black car. Bikes' headlights are always on while the engine is running.
Moving has become a chorus to my life. Friends have discarded entire address books with the constant update on my contact details.
Straining timbers creaked fearfully! Soaked sailors with wearied and tortured muscles slid mercilessly across the rolling deck. Foaming and furious waves provided endless battering. Sails torn, control lost.
I wonder if this is true? ". . . for the wound is incurable.
Thundering 2000 years ago from the barren Judaean desert was a voice rich with both righteousness and rebuke. . . . just click this link to read more.