Refuge. Sanctuary. Haven. What do those words convey to you? In just reading them, do you sense a longing for that type of peace? Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach […]
There is a reason I’m not an author. Other than the fact that I would rather curl up with a book than sit at my computer typing one out. There might even be two or three reasons.