Deep inside my pocket, or oftentimes in the palm of my hand, I carry a horse chestnut. To all outward appearances it’s nothing more than that: a plain, simple, ordinary horse chestnut. But to me, it’s a sacred object. It’s easy to feel unloved—and unlovable—when struggling through an
This is not only beautiful, but it fits perfectly to what I heard Jesus say to me tonight during the Song of Song teaching session. What I heard from Him was " let me in, let me love you".
This is not only beautiful, but it fits perfectly to what I heard Jesus say to me tonight during the Song of Song teaching session. What I heard from Him was " let me in, let me love you".