Big ol' flakes of snow are cascading down and sticking. As my current guest and I sit at the window looking down below, five deer are snoozing in the snow. My fat in-house cats, Puss 'n Boots are sitting beside us, thinking: "Better you than us!"
Hebrews 12:1 and 2 will not let go of my mind. If I continue to disentangle myself from the evil people and lies they tell I will finish this race on the run. Thy Word is a Lamp unto my feet and a Light unto my path.
OLD HYMN; AM I A SOLDIER OF THE CROSS?
Am I a soldier of the Cross, a follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause or blush to speak His Name?
Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease?
While others fight to win the prize and sail through stormy seas?
Sure I must fight if I would reign; increase my courage, Lord.
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain; supported by Thy Word!