When the pestle in the mortar, Turns to crush the wheat, The hand that does the turning, Bore the nail scars for me. Though human hands Will hold the pestle, And human words Press wounds to grief, In the crushing He makes me useful, To meet other human’s needs. Her words crushed me yesterday, this …
A Song of Worship
Photo by Burkay Canatar on Pexels.com Christmas stirs our hearts to frenzy, barely slowing even when its day is done. It takes purpose and planning to slow down long enough to worship the One who made Christmas possible. Take some time to wonder at the gift of His coming, and to be still and know …
His Song in the Night 