Why I share the falling glory
I walk at the sidewalk’s edge, relishing the low heaps of fallen glory where each footfall whispers His presence. Beneath the autumn-garbed trees, I am surrounded by splendor, Presence. I…
Did God really say. . . ?
The words fade. Numbness sets in, and doubts. “Did God really say . . . ? Do you really think He is asking you to trust him with everything? Don’t…