Shadow of the Storm (Out From Egypt #2)

by Connilyn Cossette

But instead of letting the grief overcome you, allow the miracle to overcome the hurt.”

How had I fallen so deeply in love with these boys? They were not my flesh and bone, yet it was as if they had been born from my own body. Cutting off my own hand would be a lesser pain than watching them call Dvorah ima.

I have personally this same type of love of a child that was not my flesh, but of my heart .

As Mosheh says, our heritage does not matter, only our commitment to Yahweh.”

I had been led from slavery and brought through the waters—born into a brand-new life. And yet I refused to let go of my shackles. I had measured my worth only by the broken pieces of my past, instead of Yahweh’s beautiful design.