How Do We Trust God When Suffering Is Long and Hard? By Starla Jimenez
“Mrs. Smith, come to the front desk, please.” rambled the intercom around her. Slumped over herself, head in hands, stale cup of coffee at her feet. Red, tired eyes. Evidence of the stream of tears that had become her. Quickly she jumps to her feet and hastens to the front desk. Desperate to hear news…