Through the Valley~And Beyond

When my husband, Bob, died of a heart attack I was mad at God, for I had spent much time in prayer for his recovery, but I was a-n-g-r-y at Satan. I figuratively and literally shook my fist in his face and vowed if there was some good to be gleaned from this tragedy in my life, I was going to reap it.God in His mercy understood, and as the seconds and minutes, and hours and days and weeks and mont...