My Run-Out Faith

    What sweet words I find in Isaiah 43. Words to remember as I travel through life.  Or at least until life sweeps me off my feet. What do I do with these promises? When life is upside down and flames set every dream ablaze, are these words true? No Words Would Come Four miles from my home, I dragged myself into a hotel and reserved their last room.  The sweet African American gentleman behind the desk asked if I … Continue reading My Run-Out Faith