There’s this image I used to carry—me, my family, sitting around a cozy campfire, singing Kumbaya. Everything is warm, glowing, peaceful. That’s how life feels when everything’s running smoothly. When you’ve got that rhythm. That flow. Here I am, Praising God in the Cold and the Storm. But what happens when the fire starts to… Continue reading Praising God in the Cold and the Storm
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