“Come to the Mercy Seat, fervently kneel. Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish. Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.” Thomas Moore (Come Ye Disconsolate)
How many of your words hold life and purpose? How many are worthless, empty, and “idle”? Has God set His guard to the door of your tongue? Do you want that? I’m praying about this today on Pocket of Prayer.