He Holds My Hand
Yet I still belong to you; you hold my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, leading me to a glorious destiny….
Chicago Harbor Lighthouse
The Lord is my light and my salvation—so why should I be afraid? The Lord is my fortress, protecting me from danger, so why should I…
You Were Made to Soar
I remember leaving my newborn twins in the church nursery. Some mornings were very difficult. The moment I transferred them…