Could someone recognize you or me as a child of God? Or were we switched at birth?
If God is real, why does He do this to us?
Compared to the people in this Bible story, we're all saints. Right?
In Judges 18, Micah's dreams go up in flames.
Judges 17 is a short chapter, but it doesn't need many verses to tell us one of the strangest stories in the Bible thus far.
There is nothing too small to do for God.
Trusting others has gotten more and more challenging.
If God can love Samson, a violent, spoiled, sneaky man-child, then can He love me, an unhealthy, addicted, lazy hypocrite?
Sometimes I doubt. Sometimes my faith is shaken. Sometimes I wonder if I could be wrong.
Did our lives have meaning or did we convince ourselves that they did?