Psalm 57:1-Have mercy on me, my God, have mercy on me, for in you I take refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed.
Mercy, God, Wings
Dude-she's your wife." He pointed to the locker where the Bible lay concealed. "God first, family second, country third.
Bible, God, Family
It's not rash," she said, a fiery tone to her words. "I've waited two years for him to realize how I felt. He's just a little slow on the uptake.
Love, Marriage
. . .but he'd seen elite warriors go down in flames enough times to struggle with the sovereignty of God yet yield to it
Fiction
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