The greatest gift Christ gave to me— Himself—from sin to set me free.
Now in the solitude of night, I realize how much of our family history is summed up in that tree.
A score plus four I’ve been with you;
The years have seemed but just a few.
In Thee, O Lord, do I put my trust.
Despite the impurities all around it, all the things that try to suffocate and snuff out its survival,
And it blooms BEAUTIFULLY.
Troubles come to shake us up, to make us lose our grip on that which cannot save or satisfy.
The Lord is in the business of healing broken hearts, of mending wounds. He makes broken people whole.
Will you ask the Holy Spirit what He wants you to know about your current season of refinement?
Exactly three years ago today, my number two son and I took a spur-of-the-moment trip to the Shenandoah mountains for a long-weekend getaway, and it did us both a world of good.
I am but the moon, and His love my radiance.