/ louis gander
They laughed at him and bragged about the works that they had done. They filled vast reams of papers, yet he had but only one.
To choose a life of purpose or futility is our choice...
There are flowers and then there are flowers...
The harvest is plenty with laborers few but these are the souls that we need to get to.
If claim, you are, a zombie not, who wanders aimlessly, then follow quick that still, small voice and Heaven you will see.
Dusk To Dawn
Have you ever been awake all night, standing outdoors, peering at the Heavens, thinking, praying, listening- and then see the sky start to brighten with the morning sun?
But were the tears that Jesus shed from just the pain He bore? Or were the tears that soaked His face from something even more?