
Though you are but dust, in Him is life.
Though you are dying to self, His life and His love come to dwell right within you.
And though you will know wildernesses, you will be held with love, by Love Himself.

Though you are but dust, in Him is life.
Though you are dying to self, His life and His love come to dwell right within you.
And though you will know wildernesses, you will be held with love, by Love Himself.
It’s quiet in here. Come rest a bit? Nice to meet you! My name’s plain & simple Ann, without even the fanciful ‘e.’ I’m a farmer’s wife with a happy mess of 6 kids, a crazy camera & a bunch of books that landed on the NYTimes bestsellers lists, but hey, could I just get you the relief of some easy words right now? You know — relief for those dry days that are kindling for burning bushes.... for holy experiences with God.[category_dropdown]
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