I used to mistakenly believe that deliverance would happen if/when I had enough faith and believed enough. In desperate moments of addiction and shame I would cry out to God with all of my being, "Deliver me!"
Yet, for all my heart-rending misery, for all my gut-wrenching faith, the heavens seemed ever frozen in watchful silence.
I would inevitably conclude that there was something wrong with me, with the quality of my faith, with my relationship with God. Even with God Himself.Read More