He Sees Our Tears

He Sees Our Tears

I thought I’d cried all the tears I had, but more kept coming. These were different tears–ones that came from a place that had never been pricked. Watching the glare of the sun lay across the hardwood floors in my den, I stood beside the bookcase holding...
Pursue and Persist . . .

Pursue and Persist . . .

As I sit here writing this post I’m looking forward to church today where the pastor, my husband, will begin a new study on the book of Revelation. I love to study this book — the one that reveals Jesus Christ– because it always helps me keep things...