What is it with God and parachutes? How many times does it feel like we are free-falling from 15,000 feet? Zooming toward the ground, scared stiff and with no options, we cry out to God. And suddenly! God likes that word. Suddenly. Suddenly your chute pops open not a second too late. A circumstance of life suddenly changes in your favour.
He's God of the Freefall, a last minute type of guy.
So many times, God has come through for me at the 11th hour, 59th minute. It's brain numbing, oxygen zapping. But is that so our every breath has to come from Him?
He's God of the Freefall, a last minute type of guy.
So many times, God has come through for me at the 11th hour, 59th minute. It's brain numbing, oxygen zapping. But is that so our every breath has to come from Him?
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