That night, the house felt too small for his grief. He picked up his guitar—an old friend with worn frets—and stepped out into the yard.
He felt the pressure of trials that seemed never-ending. That night, the house felt too small for his grief
For months, Elias had lived in a winter of the soul. He had lost his business, his strength was fading, and a heavy cloud of discouragement followed him into every prayer. Every time he knelt in the small CCB church at the end of the road, the words felt stuck in his throat. The Midnight of the Soul For months, Elias had lived in a winter of the soul
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