He has shown us in ways we never could experienced otherwise that He is enough.
This morning, as Jechoniah (my guitar) and I worshiped the Lord in song, most of the songs were love songs—the Father declaring His love for me and I declaring my love for Him.
When we began to hear how people were drawn closer to the Lord … all we were going through—the suffering, the nearness of death, the separation—all of it was worth it, and I am so very grateful and thankful for it.
Praying with a Thankful Heart is a book on prayer, but much more than that, it is a real-life, scripture-based devotional on living in the real world and the kingdom of God at the same time.
Life always comes out of death.
A second childhood, or a second chance at life?
I am in awe of the blessing of waking up to see another day.
All in all, now is the season for me to focus on the Father, and be thankful and at peace with what I can or can’t do physically.
I spent the last four months becoming living proof of the things I shared in my previous blog post—The Cleft.
It was a simple white frame building, similar in construction to the three houses lined up down the dirt street to the east of it. I walked up the steps onto the wooden porch and was immediately charmed as I entered the old, country, general store. Wood planks made up…