Spiritual Perspective from My Cat
This morning I was sitting in my ‘prayer chair’ wondering where Monica was. Normally my cat plays by the patio doors where I can see her. Not today. Snow replaced leaves that normally flutter back and forth across the deck. No games of chase for her anytime soon. Looking out the windows, it dawned on
Satan Knows a Good Deal
Unloved, unnecessary, worthless. I bought those lies a long time ago. And, like a drunken impulse purchase from Wish.com, I’ve tried to return them only to end up clicking “add to cart” from the next Chinese knock-off. One of these days I’ll delete those shopping apps and stop buying the lies. God’s grace will be