No Option Here
A few years ago I was going through a great personal battle. One of my daughters was suffering a grave injustice and I was trying to help her through the trauma, but my prayers seemed to be getting nowhere.
One day I was agonizing and playing the “tapes of injustice”( or should I say, “mp3’s”) in my mind. Do you know what I mean? There seem to be tapes that play over and over, reliving the horrendous things which have been done to us. (more…)
