The Spirit of Dominion
She would sit somewhere fiddling with the belt of her gown or the edges of a wrapper...
The Still Small Voice
Then suddenly I heard it. The Still Small Voice. It was small, it was soft, it was...
The Spirit of Dominion
She would sit somewhere fiddling with the belt of her gown or the edges of a wrapper (marking time in a hypnotic state) for hours
A Mercantile Gospel
For our work for Him will be tested long after money would have lost its meaning