Fred Hammond - No Weapon Formed - Against Me Shall Prosper

"It won't work," he whispered. Then louder. "It won't work!"

The church was empty, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the dust motes dancing in the afternoon light. Marcus felt a desperate need for something—a sign, a word, a reason to keep his head up. Fred Hammond - No Weapon Formed Against Me Shall Prosper

Marcus closed his eyes. At first, the words felt like a distant wish. He thought of the mounting bills, the silent phone calls from recruiters, and the look of worry he tried to hide from his daughter. Those felt like weapons. They felt like they were prospering quite well. "It won't work," he whispered