I roll to my other side to ease the ache. How much longer, God? Silence. Again. Nothing but the hush of wind through the pine tree above and the faint speckling of wind-blown snow against my wet bag. Rejoice in the LORD always, again I say it, rejoice. Whoever wrote those bold words in the… Continue reading Rejoice In the LORD, Always
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Breaking Down Idols: Comforts
Every time I travel with my ministry to Africa I have the hardest time adjusting. I hate the heat like I hate cockroaches. I hate sweating even more. To respect their culture, we also wear full suits when we speak, and the buildings there don't have air-conditioning. I have such a hard time focusing on… Continue reading Breaking Down Idols: Comforts