Photo Credit: Simeon Eichmann, via SXC Some days, I feel like I can’t hold fast. Dark waters surround me, and I grow fearful. My grip is not strong enough, and the fingers of my soul start slipping. Just when I think I am going to drift off into the mire, I feel the tug. He’s…
Photo Credit: Republica Star, via Pixabay When I was young, I dreamed of a cozy house on a quiet street with a white picket fence. Well-behaved children played in the yard with an adorable dog as my husband and I sat contentedly on the porch swing holding hands. The skies were always blue….
Photo Credit: A. Yousafzai, via Pixabay Some days, I feel like I am driving on the road to Nowhere. I look ahead, and all I see are obstacles in my way. Insurmountable mountains loom in my view with no clear destination. Danger, my mind tells me. My whole being wants to turn around and…
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Hold fast. Eight weeks ago, I read these two words in Melissa’s post. Two days later, my one-year Bible reading brought me to Hebrews 4. Therefore, since we have a great high priestwho has passed through the heavens,Jesus the Son of God,let us hold fast our confession. One again, “hold fast” jumped right off…