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…
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…