Our family morning routine involves a prayer, a Bible verse and a few songs while eating breakfast. The other day we sang a song that many of us equate with juice boxes and butter cookies: Read your Bible, pray everyday if you want to grow
“Well, this isn’t Heaven,” remarked my great-grandmother upon waking up from hip surgery. Her voice dripped with disappointment. Well into her nineties, she was warned that she risked not pulling through surgery, and she was prepared for that. In fact, she welcomed death, for she eagerly anticipated going to Heaven to see her Savior.