The struggles of my soul
leave me speechless....
nothing of value {true value} to share
when all I can see are my struggles
and all I can feel is my shame....
Oh, but for the wondrous cross,
that saves not once,
but again and again and again.
My failings, do not keep me from being His beloved child.
How amazing is that?
That a cross draped in forgiveness IS the power of God.....the love of God.....
That I am His child.
Just as I am.
The Spiritual Practice of Pondering
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It is 7 o’clock in the morning. I am parked in the car, rain pounding on
the roof. One thousand cars pass me by and sirens wail without end — a
tell-tale s...
14 hours ago






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