Letter 2
If You did not help me, Lord, when the storms raged around me, and my enemies attacked, I would have perished when illness darkened my door. If You did not help me, Father, when doubt dragged me beneath the darkened depths of the deep waters, I would have disappeared into oblivion, but You reached down and pulled me from the waves.
You stilled the storm and overcame my enemies. You healed the broken parts of me, and I sing your praises in the gathering of the righteous.
I still don't really know what I intend to do with this book or in what format it should be, but I wanted to share these bits of faith with those it might help, guide, or impact in some positive way. I pray this is useful to someone.
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