Why do I adore him? A child born in a dank, dark stable, filled with dung, animal feces and cows softly chewing their cuds. Why did our Savior come to us this way? If Jesus had been born in a fancy palace, with attending physicians and 600 thread-count cotton sheets… Read more“Why Do I Adore Him?”
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Exhale and Consider the Joy
You want me to call THIS pure joy? I exhale—breathe deeply and try to explain to the sympathetic voice on the line what has led me to make this phone call. I’m thousands of miles away from home and everything seems off kilter. Another trial stares me in the face and… Read more“Exhale and Consider the Joy”
