My small voice for His grand Kingdom.
Is it about your platform 'reach'. There's more to this folks.
First is really last.
I no longer fear the deep. When life viciously tosses me in, I swim for Jesus. He died for me and my eternal life with him. From the moment we met, I have practiced my technique.
Where the run meets the end. A poem of survival.
If I want to join His purpose for my life, a life I surrendered to him long ago, then I have to trust.
If Jesus were physically standing in that building on Sunday morning, people would show up. They would crowd the hallways and overflow out the doors. Instead, they argue if church is still relevant. By my observations in this world, yes, it is.
Today, I admitted something out loud-I am exhausted. The tug on my heart is more than I can bear. To withstand more of the same is beyond my ability.
Our hours are precious, and we can't allow the world and its problems to imprison us.
As I sit here, drowning in the addiction cycle that haunts our family, my Savior is my life raft. For the many ways he provides and comforts, you would expect there to be one flaw, but it does not exist.