This Is What You Do
Sweat pouring from my every pore, with a subtle dash of dust and dirt, I sit on this rather sturdy table, constructed of raw timbers, thanking our Father for what HE has been doing over this last week.
Not more than seven days ago, the youngin's on this team didn't have much of a relationship with one another, they were merely acquainted with the profiles they presented to one another over the internet.
Over a weekend, the Most High broke down walls of every sort, and declared freedom over the junk they may have been wading in; it was for freedom that...