Because some mornings we just shiver until we fall into the warmth of His love.
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Author Archives: If we could see from heaven’s balcony we would see an almost gravitational pull as the patient is drawn to hope  Because I, just like my friend, also live in a house made of clay. And I too, know deep within my Lord is building me a home that’s eternal… in a land that’s free from pain, that’s free from heartache…  “They could have built upward,” I thought. “It would have been the natural thing to do. But this. This water falling into the exact footprint of the destroyed building, into the shape of loss: it is unexpected.” |
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