Every spring, the vineyards cry out. A beautiful symphony known as the "weeping of the vines" It is when spring is declared and the dormancy of winter fades away. The vines have been carefully cut, pruned and shaped by the&
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Sear
Home is where He is 🕊️ And what might it be like if we all just slowed down? That we take care not to outrun the presence of Christ, in pursuit of His Kingdom. The Lord appeared to Abraham near the great trees of Mamre while he was sitting at the