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: “Dear daughter, rest! Lay yourContinue reading “Resting on Papa (The Throne of Grace)”
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