You, dear writer, are beloved by God. You are the apple of His eye. You are His design. He chose you. You are His child. He adopted you. He delights in you, His creation. You are His workmanship. You are His masterpiece. His affection for you never comes to an end....
I have a confession to make. I love to read. That’s probably no surprise, if you know me. But here’s the thing. Sometimes: I read about running…instead of running. I read about eating healthy…instead of eating healthy. I read about praying…instead of praying. I read...
