Uncaged

Uncaged

“Opening the cage door was not as easy as Max had hoped. Max leaped against the kennel’s gate, his body hitting the chain link with a loud clang… the next effort was going to have to count. Tensing his hind legs, Max leaped. His paws hit the chain link. The gate rattled. He bent his front paws, straining to hold himself up while his hind feet scrabbled against the concrete. Eyes wide, he forced his snout between the door and the pole. It was a tight fit, the cool metal pressing against his gums as he opened his mouth wide. [more]

Who Is Your Protector?

Who Is Your Protector?

God has been wooing me into a deeper trust walk with Him for quite some time. This trust walk has often been more like an ungraceful stumble on a balance beam, many times falling off and returning to try again, than a comfortable Sunday afternoon saunter.

He knows my heart and He knows my wounds. He knows in whom I have mistakenly placed my trust before only to be hurt…and He hurt for me. If only I had kept my eyes only on Him and trusted Him. He would have saved me from that wounding.

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