I looked down at my hands the other day and noticed that they were calloused. I recognized them because certainly I've had them before, but seeing them, as the result of the suitcase that I have been made to pull around, roused a different response. While cognizant of effects that this work amid the injustice I bear has rout, a wave of praise overtook me, grateful that my callouses are not nail holes. Thank You LORD.
Whether because of mother, brother, "attitude," or even a ball game, so many in this city have tried to paint me as evil; BUT GOD has dispelled every accusation. This morning, I was reminded of the inaccuracy in one such accusation, in particular: "That's why God has taken everything from you;" they say. The Holy Spirit...