You’d think that with the amount of horse tranquilizer I’m on, I’d be comatose. Quite the opposite. Perhaps the doctors prescribed me something else because I’m bouncing off the walls here. 472 more words
My hope is built on nothing less but Jesus’ blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus’ name. On Christ the solid Rock I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.