A long time ago I remember putting myself in the place of one of the disciples – mentally, emotionally – as they saw You hanging on the cross. ‘Why did my Jesus have to die?’, was my question. Why did my Jesus have to die?. I can not even imagine their torment. Living & eating, … Continue reading
Constricted. You spoke to me yesterday* about Your new & living way. How much I need it – and look forward to its evolving presence in me. Certainly, already, it has rearranged my ways – but this season holds a new victory ready to emerge. I have wrestled all my adult days with the feeling … Continue reading
living! 