storiesandfingerprintsblog.wordpress.com — The promise is still vibrantly alive and expanding. A boy is born, and through tragedy finds himself able to buffet the crushing waves of famine that would have cut the top off the tree like a tornado. And by the boys shrewdness and God’s insight, He is able to literally save a generation from death and dryness.
Now, a very, very old and wearied man takes rest in God, leaning upon the head of his bed, and worshipping this faithful God, this God who has loved him when he was running and when he was still.
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