Book of Lin: The Lost Sunbeam

Wounded by willful acts of human depravity and marauding demonic forces, my family was an assemblage of souls composed of glass shards, slivers of stone and torn fabric. Nevertheless, God is an intricate designer who manifests a deep-rooted concern for those who diligently seek him.

We were salvaged from the ruins where gloom hung like folds of heavy drapery. The weaving of God's hands came alive, binding into everything, coiling into human souls and tying surrounding elements into an artfu...