It is the beginning of a new year, but lets remember the Babe in the manger throughout twenty-seventeen. The One who came to die for all of mankind, but first was born a human, vulnerable baby. As I sit here typing, the weather outside is snowing and blowing and winter …
My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me, I cannot choose the colours He works so steadily. Oft times He weaves in sorrow, and I, in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside. The dark threads are as needed in the Weaver’s skillful …
Pray also for me, that whenever I speak, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should. Ephesians 6:19-20 Christmas is a time of …
My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me, I cannot choose the colours He works so steadily. Oft times He weaves in sorrow, and I, in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside. The dark threads are as needed in the Weaver’s skillful …
