He is waiting for you at the well
Dear Grace, Some days I rest in you better than any sleep number bed. On other days you are more slippery to me than any oil spill in the ocean. I try to get a hold on you, but my fingers cannot grasp a drop that gets swept away by the waves. When the trials… Continue reading Dear Grace: A Letter of Thanksgiving
Where Grace Breaks Through I have been so aware of my brokenness lately. During those times we can become distracted by the state of our mind, souls, or bodies. Their brokenness shouting louder than the still small voice we long to hear. So while in prayer, I turn my eyes toward Jesus and ask… Continue reading How Beauty is Birthed
Another Samaritan Woman 