My waking up is never a sudden event, but more like a thick, sludgy processional to the coffee pot. Despite the density of this particular morning, before my eyelids cooperated with the dawn, a line from Third Day’s rendition of Isaiah 53:5 began to loop through my thoughts. And by His wounds, by His wounds […]
"My people will dwell…in quiet resting places." Isa. 32:18
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