A Heart Prone to Discontentment
For 3 years, I have waited. Sometimes, I waited well. Other times…not so much. I’ve had dreams and desires for ministry that have gone unfulfilled
For 3 years, I have waited. Sometimes, I waited well. Other times…not so much. I’ve had dreams and desires for ministry that have gone unfulfilled
In the wee hours of the morning I gazed with tear stained eyes at the ring on my little finger. I was shocked but at
Lonely Seasons No matter how many times I come home to an empty house it still feels lonesome. When I was single, I dreaded my