You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers. I’m about to burst with song; I can’t keep quiet about you. God, my God, I can’t thank you enough. Psalm 30:11-12 MSG As soon as Sarah could stand, she was dancing. We bought herRead the Rest…
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…if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday. Isaiah 58:10 NIV This scripture hit me over the head like a two-by-four about ten years ago. I was grieving theRead the Rest…
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