A fire in the hearth...
Sweet Jack being close by...
Gluten-free Brownies
Yet even as I sit in my comfortable Nashville home on this quiet evening, working on my next story, I'm praying for the people of Israel and about the escalating unrest in their country. About the bomb sirens going off continually and for those people already killed earlier today. I'm thinking of their families, and of the likelihood that the number of deaths will increase exponentially. And suddenly I'm far more grateful for my quiet Friday evening, and I wonder why I'm enjoying this while others are in such pain. And I'm reminded of how small and closely-knit this "big" world really is.
I'm so grateful God is sovereign, and that Jesus knows all and sees all. And that the Holy Spirit is working in the hearts and minds of men and women in ways I can't even begin to fathom. I'm especially grateful for prayer tonight too, and how powerful even our weakest petitions can be, not because of our hearts but because of His.
Blessings, friends.
