“LORD Jesus,” at last, those two words escaped her mouth. Her tears streamed down her cheeks, making their ways down to her neck and making their destiny into her bras.
Driving 70 miles per hour, on the highway of 55 miles per hour speed limit, she looked as though she was driving in to eternity. It was around 8pm and nobody could see her face through the night light. Not that she cared about anybody seeing her face but she was scared of seeing her face through the car mirror.
Gasping for air and continuing what she began to say five minutes ago, she said, “LORD, can You rescue me one last time?” Continue reading God Desires None Should Perish