It wasn’t until he publicly confessed–stood on the scaffold before the whole town and spilled everything–that things changed.
I know you aren’t really looking forward to church camping. But, dear me, I know you’ll make some good memories.
I could tell you that this blog began in October of 2019; while that’s true, it’s not the whole story.
And we are like that tea set. We were dirty. Dull. Desperately needing a clean. And then Somebody decided He wanted us… And He cleaned us.
Y’all have heard those stories where a knight in shining armor rescues a princess in distress. The story is like that. But it’s kind of different; it. . . Well, how about you just read it and see? 😉
“I feel like I’m walking barefoot on sharp gravel.” That’s a slow, wincing-with-every-step process for me. And life is like that sometimes.