I still am very self-centered. I can’t help it.
There’s a wall I cannot breach.
My flaws rise up like a Mt. Everest I cannot imagine climbing.
“Don’t climb Everest, Ann. Climb Calvary.”
One drop of sweat at a time.
One “Yes, Lord” at a time.
One “I’m sorry, please forgive me” at a time.
One healing at a time.
One tear at a time.
One grace at a time.
One embrace at a time.
The Incarnate Word made His journey from the manger to the cross this way;
So will I, with my little hand in His.