And all the joy she brings . . .
Let Him lead . . .
Inspired by a conversation . . .
Why am I afraid?
Written by my mum . . .
. . . and it's music for God's heart
Which do your words serve?
Breaking the silence . . .
No one is undeserving, no, not one . . .
Be intentional . . .
Oh, I lifted my voice and prayed even louder. I was thankful about many more things, that the issues that brought me before my Father in the first place began to pale in comparison to the ones I was now grateful for.
Happy Birthday Dad . . .
Smile . . .
Merry Christmas, dear readers . . .
I found myself singing this song over and over since I got out of bed this morning, so I took out the time to look at the lyrics and it shook me; the chorus, especially.
For so many days, it's been grey and wet and almost depressing . . .
It's been a while since I have consciously taken the time to think of all the many things I am grateful . . .
Happy Birthday to me . . .