A Father’s Promise
The day was Wednesday, December 7, 1988; and the temperature in Armenia, a former, Soviet Republic was freezing. In the cold of that morning, Arman
The day was Wednesday, December 7, 1988; and the temperature in Armenia, a former, Soviet Republic was freezing. In the cold of that morning, Arman
The night rain was hooting through the window. The children were already asleep for the night. George was lost in the pages of the newspaper;
Mrs. Cindy Hartman, a pastor’s wife, and a practical Christian from Conway, Arkansas, was a believer that does not take the promises of God lightly.
Crazy wish, you think, or maybe I’m insane, right? But truth be told, that is what I really want to see and have. Yea! I
I am so excited that you stoped by my home on the web, and I know it was not by shear chance or coincidence; rather, it was all according to divine plan. So; seriously, if you meet with me and eventually forget all about me, you have lost absolutely nothing; but, if you by any means meet with my best friend, Jesus Christ, and you don’t make Him your personal Lord and savior, or tend to forget about Him, you have lost everything in life. It is my prayers that your visit to my home bring you to a real close encounter with Him and alter the history of your life for ever.