I’m singing this song everywhere!
Everything rides on hope now Lord! Everything I’ve done destroys my dreams of what or how my life should be. I have no hope apart from You. My life is not my own…
writing to remember
I’m singing this song everywhere!
Everything rides on hope now Lord! Everything I’ve done destroys my dreams of what or how my life should be. I have no hope apart from You. My life is not my own…
Hey, I'm Sheila, glad you're here. A little about me: I'm a 40-something woman, wife, mom, RN, soap maker and wannabe suburban homesteader. I think better when I write. I've kept a journal since I was 9 and started blogging over 10 years ago. I'm introverted, but I love people. I'm curious but shy. I'm contemplative and easily distracted. I feel deeply and know numbness. I want to make things right and I'm learning to let go. I wax poetic sometimes and often don't know what to say. It's complicated. It boggles me that I am Christ's and he is mine. I gaze into the heavens and the Heaven-Maker's words, remember the hard things, fight depression, and long for home and King. View all posts by Sheila Dougal
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Haven’t heard that one – I like it.>>And for your faithfulness, I’ve got an award for you over at my blog.
I love your Christmas blog layout with the changing photos. I also love the definition of trust — batach.