Waiting for Morning

I remember as a young child being awakened by night terrors and laying in bed too frightened to move my arm the few inches in the cold dark to reach the light switch. I would look out into the blackness of my small bedroom and see imagined boogeymen or creeping…

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By His Wounds

“But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed.” ~ Isaiah 53:5 (ESV) Oh, and how deep His wounds were…it makes me shiver. This past week I watched the movie…

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