He has done for me! He has done for me!
What my father cannot do, He has done for me.
That is the usual chorus my wife always goes with anytime we embark on our compulsory August thanksgiving at the church we attend especially after surviving a ghastly motor accident which also involved our 6month old baby. That was three years ago. The very obvious scar on my wife’s left cheek is always a reminder of God’s kindness and also of that very terrible day. Continue reading “Baby and the Boa”