I picked up a bunch of flowers at the florist and jumped in the car. Lockdown had meant that I couldn’t visit them until now. They had lost their son a few weeks before in a tragic truck accident and I knew from messages we had exchanged that they were totally devastated. I nervously knocked…
Does anyone else ever feel like the flourishing seasons in our lives only last for a month, while the dry seasons when we’re seriously struggling and hurting seem to last for much longer? There are long periods of time when I feel like I have nothing to offer God. Especially during this season of COVID-19…