Sometimes birds spread their wings and fly far, far away— beyond the mountains, across the seas, searching the ends of the sky on the back of a wandering breeze. ••• But sometimes they stay, and that is when we hear them sing.
Whenever God works in our fallen world, there is friction, and when He works in us, we are the ones who feel the heat. It can be excruciating at times, so much so that we often don’t have the heart to keep going. The aching weight of life is too much for our fragile hands … Continue reading Blessing