Count on it—God intrudes in glorious and myriad ways.Joni Eareckson TadaLightby Elece HollisYou are the light outside my window Streaming in through cobwebbed panesBringing truth to free me fromAll my dusty shameYou are the light streaming in,Pure from heaven,Pulsing its wayEven into the murky and hopelessPlaces of my soul.I have tried to make my own light,But... Continue Reading →