Hey Mama, Look around. Your house is a disaster. What happened to your couches (All the clean laundry waiting to be folded has buried them.) . . . and that kitchen? It does not smell nice. In fact, you don’t look like you’ve had a good night’s sleep in months . . . which you probably haven’t
Hey Mama, Drove off by myself in the car, just me and the Lord chatting. Well, I did the chatting, pouring out my heart. He has already poured out His in the Bible, His Word. It’s how He talks to us. God’s Word can be trusted. It’s our food, our sustenance. Such power there, such wisdom
