I looked back, but the mercy of the Father didn’t turn me into a pillar of salt.

It is a rainy day in Mobile, AL. Apparently, there's a storm brewing in the Gulf. However, everything I have heard for the past few days says, "The storm is over now." How can that be? The storm hasn't even started yet. What I hear is that the storm of doubt, obstacles, lust, rejection, struggle, …

Continue reading I looked back, but the mercy of the Father didn’t turn me into a pillar of salt.