As I sit to write for Monday morning, we can confidently expect the morning will dawn – who it will dawn to shall be revealed.
As night turns to day
As the sun’s rays streak across the sky,
We have hope for a new beginning; we have a new and fresh canvas — what shall we paint?
Father GOD, thank You for each dear one who comes to this page, on whatever future day it might be and I pray their visits here will be fruitful – that they will find something on these pages that You can anoint and use to refresh their souls.
I pray my words here will be understood and received as a message of hope even when You use those words for conviction and correction. I want these pages to be useful. I want these pages to encourage people to read Your Word and obey You day after day until YOU come for us. Amen and amen.
The White Stone 