By Angela Wittman Working so hard at the things that you believe in, No one can tear you away. But don't you lose sight of the very one who calls you, You may be sorry some day, some day. For wood, hay and stubble, will all burn up in the fire. But to love the Lord with all your heart, should be your one desire. Love the Lord. (Taken from Unless the Lord Builds the House , by Keith Green; released in 1980 [Copyright Sparrow Corporation]) Dear Friends, This essay is written with great love and tribute to the Lord of my life who suffered on the cross to make atonement for my sins and who has imputed His righteousness to me for all eternity. Many of you do not know that I have recently undergone quite an extensive pruning -- a refining in which the LORD burnt away much of the dross in my life. The result was quite devastating to my self-esteem and self-confidence. I felt as though the ground beneath my feet had given way and I was dangling in mid-air. I did not know what to do or w
"Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised." Prov. 30:31 KJV