SAND BETWEEN THE TOES ~ C
The desert is entered to escape suffering, it is the slave's refuge. No-one would choose such a harsh pilgrimage, but it is too the place of redemption.
The desert is entered to escape suffering, it is the slave's refuge. No-one would choose such a harsh pilgrimage, but it is too the place of redemption.
When I am afraid I will trust You. ~ Psalm 63:1 The summer of life grows cold.
Has our prayer together as much as in life together, fallen for the bold deception that our words are more important than our silence? Silence has become a fearful thing...
I wanted to know so much more of this God who would pour His grace and mercy on me. You didn't deserve the wounds you have in your heart.
I once heard the following statement from a simple old man, and I have never forgotten it: When God tests you, test God back.
Record my lament; list my tears on Your scroll, are they not in Your record? (Psalm 56:8) There is an alternate reading to the middle section of this verse.
The valuable is difficult to attain. The burden of suffering seems to be a tombstone hung around our necks.
My eyes grow dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon You, O Lord; I spread out my hands to You. (Psalm 88:9) Sorrow makes us move more slowly.
Yesterday looking better than today? We must go though many hardships to enter the kingdom of God.