The Day I Met Smith Wigglesworth…

  The week had been dark, gloomy almost. Winds whipped around us, swirling and swooning in a tumultuous rain spat fury. The cold, chilling to our core as we crossed the grassy fields along the River Eden, just the day before. A flame like desire, burning our insides, keeping us engrossed in the rich historyContinue reading “The Day I Met Smith Wigglesworth…”