“Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me.
See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
hands that heal. this is a foreign concept for me. when i first started my journey into my Christ-like life, i remember hearing stories of the power of our hands. i remember hearing how God would push his powers through us to heal those around us. i enjoyed this thought very much, but truthfully i’m not sure i ever believed it to be true. because if it was, then why hadn’t he healed me?
the waves are crashing into the shore as i write this. sherlock, my dog, is laying on the bed, his face halfway in the warmth of the sun, watching the various kinds of birds taunt him as they sore through the wind. the sun feels nice, it’s been a chilly couple of days.
we’ve gone on another small road trip to the southern east coast of the united states. a welcome relief from the sub-zero temperatures in minnesota. even with the past two days in chilly charleston, south carolina we’re still better off here than back home.