The fierce warrior spirit of last Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday fell apart over the weekend and the seeds of doubt started to sprout.
But I’ve been weeding the garden of my faith tonight, forcefully ripping out anything that doesn’t remind me of the God of the Angel Armies whom I choose to serve with my whole heart.
This was the sound track playing in my head as I wrote this post:
But I’ve been weeding in the garden of my faith plucking
Natalie Ames 