A love note just for you
They're written all over the world, slipped into a bird song or the pink clouds of evening or the arms of a friend—love notes from God tucked into our days…
They're written all over the world, slipped into a bird song or the pink clouds of evening or the arms of a friend—love notes from God tucked into our days…
What do you do in those moments when you’re afraid you’ve got it all wrong—that something you said or did was off the mark? I had to wrestle through that…
How often do you think of Jesus as your servant? Perhaps more importantly, what do you feel as you read that question? A recoiling in immediate dismissal of the possibility?…