God’s Spirit cannot be controlled nor marketed, like so much of life is these days. A wild, snapping wind, this unseen power defies human will, sliding through grasping fingers and roaming freely. The best we, who profess to believe, can do is to try to follow, create, and love completely. We attempt to follow the …
Purse Strings of Trust
What if trust was like purse strings one could loosen until the leathery pouch of belief lay open to receive divine-gold coins? What if those gold coins clinked as they landed on the inside, the velvety vulnerability we humans call the heart? And in the clinking, we could absorb confidence in a Creator who cares …
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