on parched souls…
The raindrops that hit my windshield seem foreign, beating out a slender tap-tap in time to the tires hitting the potholes in the road. It …
The raindrops that hit my windshield seem foreign, beating out a slender tap-tap in time to the tires hitting the potholes in the road. It …
Last week, I finally dragged myself outside to go running. It had been over a month, and I kept finding excuses why I shouldn’t hit …
This week I have been reflecting on the past eight months that I have spent studying the book of Luke with a group of women …