I started Elie Wiesel’s “Night” a few days ago. I haven’t gotten very far. I read ahead and came across some scenes I’m not sure I want to read in detail. The Nazi’s treatment of prisoners is sickening. Haunting. The images his story, and others like his, create don’t dismiss easily from my mind. Hubby read an account of a …
I admit it, I succombed . . .
. . . to worry. As I was driving home from prayer and running a few errands this morning, I surfed radio stations. I came across a couple of Gospel sistahs preaching-speaking about worry! I knew! That was me. Worried. The more I listened, the more I started praying and repenting. Why am I worried? God is my God, He’s …