My family and I faced a furnace blast of testing last year. We were refined over high heat, and I'm still trying to knock the smell of smoke off of me.
As hard as that was, I left a friend behind in the furnace. She has dealt with things in her life that I hope to never face, and many years later, she is still struggling to find hope in the midst of death and loss and pain.
Last night as I sat and prayed for her, I wondered:
What would I cling to if tragedy doesn't just strike but decides to take up permanent residence?Read More