Bible. Faith. Life.
Bible. Faith. Life.
(from yesterday) …Desperate places. Strangely, its a good place to be. Because in her desperation she stopped asking for help from man. There was only One she could go to, only One who was the manifestation of hope. But remember, even this plan was not easy. She had to fight the crazy crowds bumping into Jesus. I wonder if the …
He was on His way to answer a father’s dire plea. She was desperate. Despite the crowded streets of Jerusalem that day, they both pushed through to complete their tasks. Jesus was on a very important mission. So was she. She had been bleeding as many years as the young girl Jesus was heading to visit. Strange coincidence? What else did they …
(Part 2 from yesterday’s post) Years later I was knocked off another horse, but this one didn’t have a shaggy mane or mocha bangs. This horse was named Faith…. I had ridden Faith for as long as I could remember. He was a constant companion and friend. I rode him many years with consistency. Most were routine, easy years, but …
His name was Shorty. Not the most creative name for a pony. But I was eight, and the name was fitting for this stocky, chocolate Shetland whose eyes were hidden by his shaggy mocha bangs. It was love at first sight. He stood patiently as I climbed into my new saddle. I took the reins and listened to my dad’s …
These were commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised. God had planned something better for us that only together with us would they be made perfect. Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses let us throw off every thing that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and …