“Did God really say…?” The serpent’s ploy through the ages.
Deceiver. Casting doubt on God’s Word.
Casting doubt on God.
Casting doubt.
Deceiver. Twisting His command. And intent.
Then misleading the listener. About the outcome of disobedience.

“Did God really say…?” The serpent’s ploy through the ages.
Deceiver. Casting doubt on God’s Word.
Casting doubt on God.
Casting doubt.
Deceiver. Twisting His command. And intent.
Then misleading the listener. About the outcome of disobedience.

Soul exhaustion sets in. Unexpected.
Byproduct from observing those who scorn the cross. And reject the gospel.
Stone heart resistance catches my breath.
So, I pray.

A cup of water. In debilitating heat, it can mean survival.
A large clay pot sat beside our gate. Full of water. With cup attached. Ready to meet the need of any passerby.
Unrelenting sun and desert wind meant dehydration was never far away.
The clay kept the water cool. Even on hot days.
