In child-like faith I recently scooped up the fragile pieces of my shattered life, and carried them to my Father. I placed them in His capable hands — put my hope in Him — and trusted Him to guard and resurrect my life.
Warmth from the brilliant light of His Presence infused my weary spirit. I lay upon the soft fleece of the Lamb who died that I might live. And I rested. And waited —Read More