Knocked down, trampled on yesterday, πSatan was throwing missiles. My chin was about one inch over my shoe tops. I went to our church supposedly to check the mail, but really it was to go to the cross. I threw my arms around it and cried out to God.π We never know how much we need Jesus till He’s all we have.βοΈ Father, I lift up all those in despair, we need You, “Oh, every hour we need You”! Amen! (Hebrews 4:16)
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