He Built Our House. Dementia Is Unbuilding His.
My Uncle John built our home. Now dementia is unbuilding his memories — and pointing me to a God who never forgets.
PastoralMy Uncle John built our home. Now dementia is unbuilding his memories — and pointing me to a God who never forgets.
PastoralDo you reckon God feels proud of you? A question I hadn't considered possible — until a young man prayed it over me.
PastoralHave you ever wondered how God feels about us in seasons of suffering?
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