When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul.
Paris is bleeding. We know little more than this with any certainty, and yet this is the only thing we really need to know right now. It is more than
“How long has it been? When is he going to get over that grief and move on already?” I get it. I know you might be thinking that about me or about someone
Now this was a nightmare… I was a year or so into my career as a student pastor, carelessly bounding through the twisting cornstalk caverns on a crisp Fall evening in
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, It is well, it is well with my soul.
Paris is bleeding. We know little more than this with any certainty, and yet this is the only thing we really need to know right now. It is more than
“How long has it been? When is he going to get over that grief and move on already?” I get it. I know you might be thinking that about me or about someone
Now this was a nightmare… I was a year or so into my career as a student pastor, carelessly bounding through the twisting cornstalk caverns on a crisp Fall evening in