Changing Seasons
Do not go into a new year without this.… Read More Changing Seasons
Tag: Hope
Heaven’s hands
Fear not,commit your situation to Heaven’s Hands!… Read More Heaven’s hands
Who Am I?
Who am I God that you consider me one to heed to what you have to say? Who am I to be couunted as one of your children when with your children I did not stay? Who am I really, I ask because I do not know where I stand Who am I to be… Read More Who Am I?
Cambodia Awaits!
The Summer is Full of Opportunity, Read more to see how you can be part of one coming this August!… Read More Cambodia Awaits!
The Treasure
I look into the mirror and wonder at what I behold, the flesh, the form, the vessel for a living soul. I wonder at the potential, I wonder at what is hid within, I am in awe of the capacity to follow God and the capacity to live in sin. A wicked heart indeed,… Read More The Treasure
The immutable amendment
God has written an immutable amendment, it was written upon eternity’s pages. He signed it with a cross and bought back all humanity paying the sin for all the ages. Betraying Himself, He has brought man within. Christ the Son of Man has erased the handwriting of our sin. Not by might, not by strength,… Read More The immutable amendment
Growing in quiet Rain
Why must there be such travail in life, and such frailty in all that we hold dear? Why must our days be numbered, and our lives be no more than engraved years? Where are you God in this world, where are you in the struggles closest to our hearts? Why must there be silence in… Read More Growing in quiet Rain
Harps in Willows
When we remembered Zion, it was a time and a season of great sorrow. For my soul is in great exile and my wounded spirit cannot move onto tomorrow. I hang the harps among willows, I dare not sing the song of my home or of the glory of my Savior. I am exiled from… Read More Harps in Willows
Where would I Be
Where would I be without thee? It is a question I dare not entertain It is a question that haunts my dreams, it is a meditation that moves me to tears To know I would be nothing more than dust nothing more than what my broken mind could conceive, imagine or create out of a… Read More Where would I Be
Much in the Least of things
You make much of the least of things, a concept I cannot comprehend or bear You make much of great suffering, I know you were not its author but why must I continue Much of the least of things, you have made a mansion out of a condemned venue Why must I endure in such… Read More Much in the Least of things
