Would you paint if you knew you were painting only for Me?
—Tamera Alexander
Ridley nodded. ‘She told me I couldn’t ever tell General Harding or anybody else. Told me I wouldn’t be safe.’ ‘Safe?’ Uncle Bob stopped rocking and took the pipe from between his teeth. ‘She started...
But he’d learned long ago that a life lived without risks pretty much wasn’t worth living. Life rewarded courage, even when that first step was taken neck-deep in fear.
Yet even in such moments she didn’t doubt that God existed. She just sometimes wondered if He remembered that she did.
Funny how often something she’d been so certain she needed turned out not to be a need at all, but a want–when the real ‘need’ was something else entirely. Something that could only be gained...
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