I’m feeling a little like burnt toast…
i think my flavor may be a little charred
and my edges are starting to crumble off themselves.
But I am full like this
The gals and I have been preparing for nine months for this retreat. Funny, that’s about as long as it takes for a new life to be tenderly formed, skillfully knit by the Master weaver.
this is our baby and we are all feeling the birthing pains…
and our prayer is that we birth forth much fruit out of our labor.
we are only instruments…clay pots
This band of women…we ache for you to know Jesus, so we have labored
I’ve tapped out a rhythm of messages
that invite you to this