Through the Great Three Days
It was a gift from God that we had the divine service that day, for without that, I don’t know what I would have been doing. My pastor stayed with me as much as possible. I was a zombie, barely conscious, yet fully believing that there was no way I could get out of this, no way I could recover from such a blow. If I didn’t have the time and space I needed to heal, then I would only get worse. What was the point?[via I Trust When Dark MY Road]
But God is merciful.
I lived. Somehow our Lord got me through the Great Three Days.{the rest...}
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