a balm to the wounded soul

conceptual philosophy can breed a faith without works,

which is dead

works without faith are filthy rags
words spoken without love are daggers

words spoken in love are a balm to the wounded soul

this morning was cool in mississippi

i walked out with a cup of coffee and stood in our 'english garden',

in the weeds

my dog Jack shivered and seemed surprised by the cool change in the weather

there is grace in these moments

our Lord is waiting for our undivided hearts

for a contrite spirit to overcome our fearful and anxious spirit,

we must find God's giving Heart in everything

He is crazy about us!

 

wkm