A wild rose doesn’t control its color or where it is placed, all the rose does is grow and wait to bloom.
A heart cry of a wounded warrior is the beginning battle cry to the divine warrior, Jesus.
We are all Martha’s at times, we just have to remember that there are always a pair of feet we can come and rest at.
“If you have run with the footman, and they have wearied you, Then how can you contend with horses?
Maybe, I am the only one that ever gets’s alarmed at times, Maybe not. I have been so disturbed and …
God, often sends us through the storms so that we will be shipwrecked and washed up to the place that will change us, but more importantly will change a whole island of people.