What Is the Price of Freedom?
Those who are born free in this world may not understand. Freedom is always bought with blood.
Continue reading →Those who are born free in this world may not understand. Freedom is always bought with blood.
Continue reading →Do you point to yourself and what you have or have not done, or have you placed the full weight of your trust in Christ Jesus?
Continue reading →Jesus, You are all I want! I am tired of searching for love in all the wrong places. You are the Lover of my soul! You will never leave or forsake me.
Continue reading →Consider for a moment the maker of the stars. He has created billions that we know of and yet as we are just discovering them, He has named each and every one.
Continue reading →Truly, if our pasts were the only way of predicting our futures, then surely we are doomed to repeat them over and over again like a record that skips the needle?
Continue reading →No doubt about it, we are in trying times. However, if you are considering hunkering down and remaining silent you should think again.
Continue reading →LORD, on this day I am reminded of the cross. I am reminded of the price paid so that I could be set free.
Continue reading →Come to Me all who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest. I will refresh your soul with living water. Come refresh yourself in the living water.
Continue reading →There are two distinct voices within us constantly vying for our attention. The thoughts and ideas they promote are polar opposites of one another.
Continue reading →If strength were a well, then You have made my prayers a bucket with which to draw from Your abundant supply.
Continue reading →On and off through my life I’ve written poetry. A particularly powerful time for me was in 2009-2011 after Jesus, for lack of a better term, rocked my world.
Continue reading →When it comes to our weaknesses, brokenness and shortcomings, we have no solutions in and of ourselves.
Continue reading →Who shall cleanse the filth in my heart? Will it be I? No! It is like trying to refresh a parched land with a well that has run dry.
Continue reading →Who am I in the grand scheme of God’s creation? Like the flower that fades I blossom for only a season. Yet in my preponderance of life’s meaning.
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