Written by Emily Harstone | January 27, 2017
Poverty, lately better days, new roof.
Peace always follows the passing storm.
The storm rolled in. We waited.
Storm found us. We found refuge.
God can be revealed through darkness.
There was no moonlight at all
Always hold on to you faith!
Ominous clouds fill the night sky!
Was this the oasis he mentioned?
Cooling storm brings Grandma sweet relief.
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Poverty, lately better days, new roof.
Peace always follows the passing storm.
The storm rolled in. We waited.
Storm found us. We found refuge.
God can be revealed through darkness.
There was no moonlight at all
Always hold on to you faith!
Ominous clouds fill the night sky!
Was this the oasis he mentioned?
Cooling storm brings Grandma sweet relief.