At the timberline where the storms strike with the most fury, the sturdiest trees are found

Hudson Taylor
Suffering

I am so weak that I can hardly write, I cannot read my Bible, I cannot even pray, I can only lie still in God’s arms like a little child, and trust

Hudson Taylor
Suffering

I am so weak that I can hardly write, I cannot read my Bible, I cannot even pray, I can only lie still in God’s arms like a little child, and trust

Hudson Taylor
Suffering