Redeeming the Generations
There once was a boy.
His home was often in turmoil with arguing and yelling. He dreaded hearing footsteps at night. Footsteps at night meant there was going to be a fight. How he hoped there wouldn’t be fights…but there were…often.
The boy learned how to cope though. He would leave…flee…escape. God’s word was absent from his home. His home life was void of any guidance from the bible to help Him. Although his family visited church on occasion and he attended Sunday school at various times in his childhood,…
