In our World War II prison camp, Betsie and I had to go on roll call very early in the bitterly cold morning. Sometimes we would be sent too early. Then we would take a chance and walk quietly around the camp. Everything was black. There was no light anywhere.
In that cold blackness. Betsie and I walked with the Lord and talked with the Lord. Betsie said something. I said something, then the Lord said something. How? I don't know, but we both understood what He said. That was a little bit of heaven in the midst of hell.
Lo, I am with you always, to the end of the world.
Matthew 28:20 KJV
Lord, help me to speak with You always, especially in my times of darkness, and to listen when You speak to me.
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