“Where are you God?” Frustrated, fearful and despairing—bitter words we all know familiar—gush forth as they sneak into our souls. Our head tells us he is there. But in our core, we don’t feel his [Read more...]
I sit on the lush creek bank listening to the roaring mountain stream. The mountain cabin with smoke thinly trailing from the chimney, is backlit by the rising sun which chases away the chill. Taking [Read more...]
His blood ran Rivers down his face Dripping from his fingers Raining from his feet. The tree he was nailed to soaked the precious blood of our Savior into it’s dry pores. The [Read more...]