“Why does God let it hurt so much?” my 4-year-old son cried in the dark , waking up with a sore throat and fever. “I don’t know, but do you want me to pray with you?” I asked, lying in bed beside him. It was all I could think to do after having already offered him...
Meadow Rue
Wife, mom, writer, friend, sharing God in my everyday life through “Faith Notes.”
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