The Witch's TongueThe sky was still and heavy. I sat alone, listening to the wind slide over the rooftops like a whisper that didn’t want to be heard. That night, God spoke. Not in thunder. Not in fire. But in silence beside the television set. He gave visions. Six or seven, clear and hard as bullets. And one of them — one — was dark enough t

I Stand Unbroken: A Tale of SurvivalI have survived countless attacks—both spiritual and physical—when the odds seemed impossibly stacked against me. Yet here I stand, unshaken, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. There were times, even as the storms raged and the night grew dark, when I felt the weight of it all, when the blows