
When we can’t lift the weight of our broken hearts, the weight of our burdens, the weight of being us, all there is to do is lift our eyes—only our eyes—to the Lamb of God.

When we can’t lift the weight of our broken hearts, the weight of our burdens, the weight of being us, all there is to do is lift our eyes—only our eyes—to the Lamb of God.

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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