By his stripes we are healed
By his nail pierced hands we’re free
By his blood, we’re washed clean
Now we have the victory.
The power of sin is broken, 183 more words
I’m getting back to taking pictures again.
Learning to trust God in the middle of the storm is the hardest thing to do. In my 28 years of living I have seen God do instant moments of blessings, but lately as I have really been focusing on deepening my relationship with Christ it’s been more of walking through the storm. 375 more words