Each breath is a fragile gift… yet so much of my time is spent fantasizing about the future that does not exist. When anxieties run wild, and emotions and expectations fail us, a sobering reality looms over us...
On the day that we breathe our last, nothing else will matter but Jesus.
Heavy heart, what we begin in the soil of our surrender, our God is faithful to grow…
What we begin in the soil of our surrender, our God is faithful to grow.
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