A Mending Shift

a bird sings, not because if has an answer to give, but because it has a song to sing … this is my song

Holy Dirt

| May 10, 2011

ShareThis was shared by a friend of mine yesterday: I found myself overwhelmed with His presence in a way I’ve never felt before, or as intensely since. I can only describe it as an overshadowing. I lay there and cried and said, “it feels like you are touching me. How can you….I’m dirt.” He said, [...]