JPGreen

Praise be to the Most High, who kept me from falling off the edge of life on those nights when my soul questioned if I deserved to feel the warmth of light wrapped in love, grace, and mercy. I just remember crying out not knowing if you heard me. Although, I’m certain in my assurance looking back at the tracks in the desert of my despair, you were there…rain clouds to blue skies, the sun brightly shining, it is well with my soul!