Grace Grows Best in Winter

"It was not long after I left the hospital in 1967 that I fell into a deep pit of depression. I was but a young girl, yet I was facing an overwhelming future - a life of total and severe paralysis. I was in desperate need for answers. . . . A young friend who often cam by my home for visits stopped by one day with a special book in hand . . . . Together, we read that book through the weeks of winter . . . . I eagerly look forward to each chapter - discovering sense in sovereignty and deligh...