Letters

I knew I was free. I just wasn't living free.

October's first letter. The shame I carried long after God had set me free, the day a fog lifted, and the difference between knowing you are free and living like...

The bookmark was still on July 3rd

September's letter. When I finally opened my daily devotion on 27th August, the bookmark was still resting on July 3rd. Exactly eight weeks. On what I found when I sat...