Pangs of worry throb in our souls as we squint at the future. Fear existed before the election; it still exists today. Finances wither away. Battered emotions tear. Bright futures flicker. What will happen to our jobs? Our children? Our liberty? âThere is nothing new under the sun,â but tomorrow still remains a cloud of mystery. (Ecclesiastes 1:9) My thoughts pull to the past. Generations who sacrificed. Those who sacrifice now. I cringe. Hunger is not my friend. Trials are not my plan. Ye
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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