We plugged in a night-light. It didn't work, and I went into the laundry room and threw the breaker. Less than a minute later, my daughter said there was a fire in the same room.
We plugged in a night-light. It didn't work, and I went into the laundry room and threw the breaker. Less than a minute later, my daughter said there was a fire in the same room.
Faith is like the little night-light that burns in a sickroom as long as it is there, the obscurity is not complete we turn towards it and await the daylight.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
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