My soul clings to you,Your right hand upholds me.
How dare you show up, God!
There are songs that act like a bladed spotlight penetrating, cutting away at the walls I make, cutting deep enough to expose my heart and reveal who I am. In…
There are songs that act like a bladed spotlight penetrating, cutting away at the walls I make, cutting deep enough to expose my heart and reveal who I am. In…
In Acts 2, as Peter stood there preaching the first sermon of the church, all present were aware that it had been a little over 40 days since a deep…
It is our nature to walk by a standard, as if by some innate instinct we are driven to view our world objectively as we try to make sense of…
Be careful what you wish for . . . Some will ask if God exists, why doesn’t he make himself completely obvious so that there is no doubt that he…