On our way to the Fundy Trail near St. Martins, New Brunswick, we had the unique opportunity to explore some caves in the shoreline that had literally been carved out of sandstone by the Bay of Fundy tides. The low tide, which happened every thirteen hours or so,...
Blessed arms reach out to me;To hold me when I cryAnd when I'm praying soft and low,I can feel His presence neigh.I feel His love around me;When my world is closing inHis peace and love surround meTo console me once again.Blessed arms that hold me;Each and every...
A little girl who suffered greatly during thunderstorms was told by her mother to pray when she was alarmed.One day at the close of a fearful storm she came to her mother with the information that praying during the danger brought her no relief."Then," said her...