alistairradley:

“Never give up in the desert”

— Donald Whitney

How deep and arid this desert can be. I feel the sun pounding on me without a drop of mercy. I have only the sand to drink. Even the bit of shade I imagine is ripped from my mind. I am flayed by my torment. And the darkness of night is approaching.

And in the darkest hour, I hear in my soul the beginnning of the damnable interrogation: If you really are a Child of God…

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