As her sibling struggled with a fading life, she stepped out of the house, knowing it was time to pray. But being so conditioned, she closed her eyes, crashed into the gutter with the next step, and dragged herself up and into the darkness, unbothered about wounds she may have sustained. Her hope was that the inevitable she was moving from would somehow prove to be a lie.

?Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not? ? Psalm 17: 5 (KJV)

Not sure what next to do?
Let the Son shine in your heart daily.

By, Nosa Owens-Ibie,
Wednesday, August 2, 2006

Emailed Thursday, October 12, 2006 (by Osamudiamen)