This morning in Kampala, following a pleasant midnight chill of rain, the sunset cracked open the sky with a color so brilliantly tangerine, it could have been melted copper. I’d been struggling to open my eyes and move off the warmth of my sheets to have my alone time with God. But once the brilliance hit my window, the drowsiness slid from me like a blanket.
I Still Need the Cross
I Still Need the Cross
I Still Need the Cross
This morning in Kampala, following a pleasant midnight chill of rain, the sunset cracked open the sky with a color so brilliantly tangerine, it could have been melted copper. I’d been struggling to open my eyes and move off the warmth of my sheets to have my alone time with God. But once the brilliance hit my window, the drowsiness slid from me like a blanket.