Generally speaking, I routinely push thru a bank of dense fog upon waking up, a process that requires that I not give up and is something that simply cannot be rushed. This morning I’m even more aware of that fact as I sit to down to begin my Quiet Time and notice how filthy the…
Nestled in a rock bed running along the back side of our house, sits this weathered garden feature. Our grandson, Holden, age four, lifts it up from time-to-time to see whether there might not be a resident, but there’s never been any sign. Not since the day I first brought it home and set it…
by Bethel Music & Paul McClure Lyrics(interspersed throughout and set apart in this post by the use of a blue font I am not the sum of the failures in my pastI am not defined by what I do or do not haveThe measure of His mercy I cannot understandSomehow it all adds up to…
I am exhausted and completely crushed. My groans come from an anguished heart. You know what I long for LORD; You hear my every sigh. I’m overwhelmed, swamped, submerged, beneath the heavy burden of my own guilt. My inner being is shriveled up; my self-confidence crushed. My tears are liquid words, and You can read…