Let Me feel Hope - Please?
Too many, too long have lived at hell's doors. Visiting the vestibule of hell is surely a metaphor to living without hope. For, hell holds no hope.
Too many, too long have lived at hell's doors. Visiting the vestibule of hell is surely a metaphor to living without hope. For, hell holds no hope.
Temptation uncovers the desires of the heart. Faithfulness reveals the strength of the heart. The wrestles are in the middle.
Every second of every day, at the point of any suffering God's marketing arm is found wanting.
No easy space exists for those who would bear Christ's cross, surrender their will and audit their life in obedience to Him who was faithful unto death.
Giants still menace every Christian life, those who choose to travel those rocky and thorn edged paths of faith.
There comes the time when the back is too bent or the walking stick too short. . .
When the day breaks as bleak as the night was lonely. . . When rest flees and health holds its hand. . .
This anonymous tale of two clay pots has raised hearts and bandaged wounds for countless generations in various forms - for: it is from poverty of spirit that the kingdom of…
If your head hangs low and your back is stooped. . . If your heart is empty but your eyes are full. . .