You understand, now.
The mess and the glory...
There's no rushing this.
The space is holy, I think. I'll let you know in time, if it becomes clear.
It's not what I expected, but I know it will be worth it.
Hope for the enduring winters of life...
What if the struggle to free myself from winter's grip is because the winter is part of God's design?
Sometimes, obeying God stinks - in the here-and-now, fleshy sense anyway...
From splashes to rip tides, PTSD can affect lives in many different ways.
Dear Christians friends... You're not doing it wrong.