God loves the imperfect
Again and again, these four words turn me around, stand me back from the edge and set me upright once again.
Father, Mayday is Calling
A man I love side-stepped death. No one expected him to come through, but he did. I would say it was by the grace of God. But he wouldn’t. He would say, “Guess my time wasn’t up.” For him, living and dying are two sides of a card. When the Great Hand flips it, you […]