His faint whisper.

Words of life in the midst of death. If only you knew that I’m still God. I’m still for you, still the same God that gave you a future and a hope. I didn’t die, I didn’t abandon you. I didn’t. All you can see is the pain but I see the beauty I’m creating…

Glorious destiny.

The privilege of dying to self. There’s such a beautiful place beyond the pain and the confusion we experience on the journey to self’s death. It’s like the rainbow that can only come after the dark and stormy clouds. It’s a place of such joy and freedom! The only proper response when you reach this…