Ocean roar in winter. Loud. Waves cross. Crash. Deep blues and teals mixing. Mingling. Foaming white.
Gale-force winds whip through. Scattering sand. Tearing at the water. And me.
Power on display.
And I am a mere whisper. Hushed.
Ocean roar in winter. Loud. Waves cross. Crash. Deep blues and teals mixing. Mingling. Foaming white.
Gale-force winds whip through. Scattering sand. Tearing at the water. And me.
Power on display.
And I am a mere whisper. Hushed.
Why would someone risk their life to follow Jesus? Why give up all for Christ?
Eternal life with Him. Of course.
But so much more.
Across the years, we move. Entering new places. Living and learning in various cultures where following Jesus may cost everything.
And I consider a few of the many reasons for choosing Him. Why I can’t imagine life without my Lord.
Now and forever.
Borders of inheritance. Precise allotments. Land portions, surveyed and described in detail.
Joshua sent a handful of scouts ahead. Into the promised land.
And they mapped out places for the tribes.
Then cast lots to decide who got what.