I tuck into “child’s pose” because I am a child. I need His arms to wrap around me.
My eyes welled as they scanned the words−each one spreading salve on my current situation. I had just traveled through a dark valley, overcome by depression and wracked with physical sickness. I had spent the night before crying on my bathroom floor to the God Who Sees. I poured over Psalm 116, reliving the bigContinue reading “Finding Jesus”