In The Flood: What We Do Understand When God’s Voice Thunders And We Don’t Understand

In The Flood: What We Do Understand When God’s Voice Thunders And We Don’t Understand

PTSD-like, I jolt upright, eyes saucer-wide in midnight’s strobing light. At a single crack, I’m on high alert, as the thunder rolls and the lightening strikes. As the rain pours down, again. Because it used to be that I’d snuggle cozy undercover in a thunderstorm, as the rain poured down. But that all changed last week….

The Fight Of Her Life

The more your affections are set on Christ, your true husband … the easier it will be to take you out of the world. He who has laid up his heart in heaven, will think comfortably of laying down his head on earth.  George Swinnock, The Fading of the Flesh and the Flourishing of Faith…