I get a copy of the Voice of the Martyrs magazine every so often. This past month had an article about a young woman who needed a fast escape from a situation and her mom arranged a ride for her with some people she knew. Only it didn’t turn out like the mom would have…
So this morning I am finding myself singing the old John Denver song….Hey it’s Good to be Back Home Again..sometimes this old house feels like a long lost friend, so hey it’s good…to be back home again. And you can thank me later if those lines rattle around in your head. All. Day. I spent…
There’s a world of hurt out there today, in case you hadn’t noticed. Between lunch time and bed time yesterday, I received at least a half dozen prayer requests for hurting hearts. Death… Change… Illness… And for each need, I want desperately to offer words of hope and encouragement. I want to pray effective prayers…