Life. . .a heartbeat, a breath, a cry. A baby, alive in its mother’s womb, born of its mother; the seed of two people coming together. Life begins before we enter this earth.
Death. . .no more heartbeat, no more breathing, no more sound. A person’s life ends on earth in a moment.
The space in between. . .we call the process of minutes passed “life”, but I think we should call it living instead. Read More
The Friday we call "Good" is actually the worst. It is the best and worst day in history that tells of the best and worst death in history. This is part of an entire study I have doing since Wednesday, March 21. I have published nothing so far but this. Perhaps I will put more out from the rest of the study but for now, I at least give you this. Read More
*Disclaimer: notes from classes at WOL have been used in looking through these events. I have also in some areas (mostly dialogue but also some interaction) used my creative license. There also are no pictures so as not to distract from the story written.
There are seasons in life which will be difficult. Some of the difficulty of these seasons are multiplied by the unexpected nature with which they come. Over the past month, I have been convicted in the area of prayer. Initially, this conviction was spurred by my prayers for a young 5 year old boy fighting against leukemia. . .for the second time in his young life. Read More