As a woman launching her only child into adulthood, I am in a season of reflection and anticipation. I often reflect on the past 19 years and remember a flood of memories of my son’s childhood. There are memories of vacations spent exploring God’s creation, the first and last days of school, and birthdays and celebrations. There are also memories of sleepless nights and illnesses, hospital stays and numerous prayers uttered from a mother’s troubled heart. But this season of reflection runs paral
By Elizabeth Prata Satan is real. He was God’s covering cherub, it is believed the highest of the high angels, and the most beautiful. (Ezekiel 28:14-17). Since he is an angel he is therefore…