It’s 1:30 a.m. I can’t count how many times or how long has it been since I would wake up around midnight or a little later and toss and turn trying my best to fall back to sleep. Every time when this happens, I would – most of the times – just lay still and…
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Resting on the Wings of God
Some ideas do not begin as plans. They begin as moments. Quiet ones. The kind that almost pass unnoticed if we are not paying attention. One mid-morning, I was sitting at our dining table writing when I noticed a small bird perched on the stair rail outside. It was not doing anything remarkable. It simply…