Postcard from God
Downtown Chicago has an oasis, and it isn’t Starbucks.
And so I indulged.
For two days, I have been mulling over Psalm 68. And verses 19 &20 jump out of the page and scream for attention.
When this happens, something stands out, I blog about it. And so, I firmly believe that God is sending this postcard to someone who is reading it right now.