BLOOD FOR LIFE By Catherine Price
This Easter I knelt beside my mother’s bed and sorrowfully listened to her bless me as she bade me farewell. She was convinced she would not live to see another day. She spoke so woefully, it was surreal. We had…
This Easter I knelt beside my mother’s bed and sorrowfully listened to her bless me as she bade me farewell. She was convinced she would not live to see another day. She spoke so woefully, it was surreal. We had…
There’s a song written by Misty Edwards, a worship leader at Mick Bickle’s International House of Prayer Kansas City (IHOPKC) in Missouri, USA. I first heard it one long cold winter night as I tuned into their Worship & Prayer…
Looking back, I realise that it was gratitude I felt more than anything else. Gratitude for the stolen looks he had given me the first time I saw him at Leila’s wedding. Gratitude that a big man like him would…