When life throws a trial, it is like an unexpected wound. So, the Lord sends us friends, arm in arm like a band-aid to surround the wound and protect us from infection.
Our real friends don't play God, they take us to Him. They pick us up and carry us through the roof of Peter down to Jesus. And afterwards, the stretcher is empty, the burden is light for everyone all the way back home.....
Be blessed
Our real friends don't play God, they take us to Him. They pick us up and carry us through the roof of Peter down to Jesus. And afterwards, the stretcher is empty, the burden is light for everyone all the way back home.....
Be blessed