You see home is not a place, the good old saying home is where you heart is. Well really it should be home is where God is.
I don’t believe for a second that while the Spirit of God lived in the temple before Jesus died that the Israelite's allowed that temple to fall apart, how many times to we look at our body and buy into the idea that my body is falling about and broken or not perfect?
I have crossed the horizon to find you
Dear Precious Girl, who is waiting for her dreams to come true.
I found myself thinking this week if Esther had never left Mordeai’s house