To imagine myself as an unbeliever, I’d have to shut myself away, sit on the floor of a dark and empty closet, insulated against every shaft of sunlight…
Writings of a bondservant on grace, fearlessness, marriage, discipleship, and holy romance.
To imagine myself as an unbeliever, I’d have to shut myself away, sit on the floor of a dark and empty closet, insulated against every shaft of sunlight…
