"Some . . . were merchants . . . They mounted up to the heavens and went down to the depths; in their peril their courage melted away. . . they were at their wits’ end. Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and he brought them out of their…
I don't venture up onto my roof often. In fact, I only brave that weak-kneed climb if no one else volunteers to help with an annual task. My core tightens as I wobble those initial steps. After I reach the center and grip onto an anchoring structure, my lungs relax for a full…
I cherish my prayer walks. As I stroll, autumn sunlight glints through the oak branches overhead. The Lord holds my hand, as He often does. I snuggle against His arm and lean my heart onto His Spirit. He listens to me in a way no one else ever will. I love…