"The Waiting Place for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or a No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting"
I wake up thinking about Your love for me. I wake up trying to understand why You love me still. My mind often cannot comprehend, and words fail me when I try my hardest. At this crossroad of WHAT IS and HOW COULD THIS BE, I turn to song. With each chord strummed, I fall... Continue Reading →
"On the hill far away, stood an old rugged Cross, the emblem of suffering and shame..." (Bennard, 1913). On the hill, on that Cross, was where the battle for my life was won. On the hill, on that Cross, was where my victory was taken back for me. On the hill, on that Cross, was where... Continue Reading →