A Letter to the Women of Today… They weren’t given names in the text. The woman who knelt with her alabaster jar, breaking it open in pure devotion. The woman dragged into the temple courts, accused of adultery, humiliated before a crowd. The bleeding woman who reached for the hem of His robe, desperate for…
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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…