Somedays you find yourself so
spent up, beat down and wrung out that you ain't got nothing. I’ve sat by a raging beast of a wood
kiln for 3 days guarding my students from harm and this morning feel like that
old Johnny Cash song, Bird on a Wire…
“But I swear by this song
And by all that I’ve done wrong
I’ll make it all up to thee.”
Praise God All Mighty Maker of
Heaven and Earth He will never leave us like a “Bird on a Wire.”
“For the eyes of the Lord move to and fro throughout the earth that He may strongly support those whose heart is completely His.” II Chronicles 16:9
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