Resting on Papa (The Throne of Grace)

Frazzled, fragile, wondering how I dare, I climb the stairs to the Majesty (high on his throne, watching the world) and crawl onto his knees (astonishing audacity . . . ) He lays aside his scepter, reaches for my arms, pulls me to his lap, whispers kindness to my heart: ‚ÄúDear daughter, rest! Lay yourContinue reading “Resting on Papa (The Throne of Grace)”