Betsy Gant

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“This afternoon I was thinking about which of the people whose faith you tested I was most like, Lord. Was I like Job, who you heaped misery on until he broke? And I thought, no, not like him. My life is good, thank you for that, and the trial you’ve given me is the trial you’ve given everyone else. You’re not singling me out. I’m not a Job. And I’m not Peter, because even now I’m not denying you. I’m talking to you right now. “I guess maybe I’m like Thomas. I want to have faith in you, faith in your word and whatever plan it is that you have that involves a moon that’s made of cheese and the ...more
When the Moon Hits Your Eye
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