It’s all too much. The virus. The unrest. The violence. The anarchy. Add to that the daily, “usual” suffering of the death of loved ones, the loss of jobs, the depression, the everything. It’s all too much. But it’s not too much for God. Are you like me? Do you want to hide? Are youContinue reading “Too much”
I’ve always love the number three. Three sons. The three best things of my whole entire life. If you know anything about me it’s that I adore my Dad and he is a carpenter. He spent the time and helped my three sons make these bluebird houses a few years back. My part of theContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 23”
Strongholds are hard, risk required to break the generations of shame declaring the healing worse than the barbed wire chains of pride encircling the light-bearers like hawks searching for the small, burrow-ers making their way among the vines and weeds towards truth.