Lisa looks out her kitchen window and frowns as she sees her five-year-old daughter, Katelynn, playing in the dirt on the side of the house. “Not again,” she mutters. “How many times do I have to tell her to stay out of that nasty pile of mud?” She finishes placing the last dish on the… Continue reading Beautiful Things
To hope for something – especially something I know can only come from God – makes me feel vulnerable. To feel vulnerable is to be susceptible to being wounded or hurt. I have found that it is during the wait when hope hurts. Proverbs 13:12 (New Living Translation) says: Hope deferred makes the heart… Continue reading To hope is to be vulnerable
