The Living Word
On Sunday, the pastor’s message really hit home for me. Many times we go to church on Sunday, and by Monday, we’ve forgotten everything. This was always the case for me. It didn’t matter how awesome the sermon was; I couldn’t recall what was preached by nightfall. For the first time, I understood that I was allowing the enemy to steal the word from me. I was allowing grief, fear and sheer laziness to choke the word in my heart. I finally decided to stop hiding, and rather, to let my light shine.
– Genevive, March 23, 2021