Without God we are but bruised reeds, ever threatened by the prospect of being crushed by life’s uncaring millstone. Without God we are nothing, our lives worthless, our days an endless circular tread. Without God we stand condemned, doomed to a life without the precious gift of hope.
T. Davis Bunn, Isabella Bunn (2004). “The Innocent Libertine (Heirs of Acadia Book #2)”, p.200, Bethany House
