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“How in the name of all things good does God work for us and keep us safe when the dreaded phone call detonates, or the shrapnel of shame shreds everything that looks like hope, or the sky lashes round and swallows your dreams whole, or the claw of death guts deep, and how do you stagger forward hiding your bloody entrails? Evil hisses that if God really is love, then we better get roads without any suffering. And we shake off the lie and crush it with truth: Because God really is love, then we get roads with Him, and because God really is love, we are always soul-safe”

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WayMaker: Finding the Way to the Life You’ve Always Dreamed Of

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Ann Voskamp
Ann Voskamp

Ann Voskamp, born on August 10, 1973, is a renowned American author whose works are known for their profound spiritual insights and unique perspectives on life. more

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