So he went to her, took her hand and helped her up. The fever left her and she began to wait on them.Mark 1:31 NIV
So he went to her, took her hand and helped her up. The fever left her and she began to wait on them.Mark 1:31 NIV
Existence is so bitter for every one of us! Ought we not forgive others much, my friend, if we wish to be forgiven ourselves?Émile Zola, Nana (1880)