Refuge

It is a beautiful morning,  just before noon. The sun is up, shining, lighting up the sky. And the sky with it’s pride doesn’t shy away from flaunting its beauty, the clouds form and the birds gracefully fly across them.

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Mathew 13:1-23 

A Sunday looking like any other only with motions that couldn’t be expressed…

‘Seeds that fell among the thorns; These seeds grow, but with them will the thorns.  Unable to distinguish between the two as they approach maturity, the thorns chock up the plant and it dies.’

‘This is the crowded heart. They will hear the word, have fellowship with the people of God and they begin to grow and mature but the cares of the world choke the word and it never bears fruit.’Read More »