I truly understand—and share—that appreciation for and passion for life that I saw in those other cancer survivors a decade ago.
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.
I spent the last four months becoming living proof of the things I shared in my previous blog post—The Cleft.
Dying experiences. Suffering experiences. Hard experiences. Loss. If we approach these in the victory of the Cross, we will see them through to the victory of the Resurrection. Life always comes out of death.
I have two things burning in my heart tonight. The two things are unity, and Pentecost. Our world is in turmoil because of the global Covid-19 pandemic. People around the world are concerned about how they will survive the disease, and about how they will survive financially. For some health…