Our lives are meant to inspire with (or inhale) the breath of God, the glory of his presence, the brilliance and beauty of his creation, and to expire (or exhale) an echo of wonder—an “amen.” It should all be a single song, sung in harmony with the day-and-night heartbeat of creation. But under the blinding pain of the curse, the song is shattered, and a thousand other songs begin to sound across the wilderness.
Now, our outpouring is matched by an inner shame and desperation, and as we scan the stormy horizons outside…
Subscriber Content
Get Full Access Today
Interested in viewing our resources? Try our 14-day free trial.