I actually began this post several months ago, and then I just let it sit in a note on my phone until I recently rediscovered it. It has new meaning to me now. I have found myself thirsty for God lately. The less I feel I can control the more I feel I need Him… Continue reading Sanctuary
3 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: 2 a time to be born, and a time to die;a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;3 a time to kill, and a time to heal;a time to break down, and a time to build up;4 a time to weep, and… Continue reading Everything Beautiful in its Time
