More Than A Story

    Beth sat on the edge of the bed, slightly slumped forward, her elbows resting on her thighs, the gun limply dangling from her fingers.  Bright, cheery sunshine filtered through the blinds of the bedroom, oblivious to the dark decision being pondered by a troubled soul in an even darker world.  

Glorious God

I'm so forgiven,

So loved, and so freed.

Your grace never ceases,

And never ceases to amaze me.

Worship

     When I was younger and unsaved, my definition of worship was “the part of church when we sing.”  After all, the person who ‘led the worship’ just meant that they were in charge of the music that day.  I had never come across the word ‘worship’ in any other setting, so naturally, the music at church was all that worship was to me.