Come with me friend, I’ll motion and sign. I’ll walk slow and if you need to stop I’ll take the time.
I don't ever want to forget tonight when you told me "Someone else is King, not me" and you bent your knee to He. I don't ever want this memory to fade I want it as bright as the new day that will dawn tomorrow I want to tattoo it to my arm and yours… Continue reading New birth memorial
You know what's impossible? That I could jump to the moon. That a virgin could concieve a baby. That my dishes will be done and kitchen cleaned by my teenage boys without me asking before I get home from work. And that anyone would ever love Jesus. What follows here are some of my thoughts… Continue reading Hope for the impossible
