Monday, December 5, 2011

He is my refuge and my fortress


Sometimes it's dark. But that's only because my eyes are weak.  I'm breaking free and expecting the miracle of healing.  

I'm all over the place right now, I realize, but bear with me.  I'm desperate for change.  Desperate for God.

1 comment:

  1. My friend and I just read Psalm 91 out loud together, this morning.

    The good news, Friend, is that God never hides from us when we seek Him.