Here. At the Foot of the Cross.
Reflections on Faith, Hope & Love.
Love letters to the King...
Sarah Raad
Freelance Writer
When my little niece was born with a rare and severe congenital heart defect, we had no hope other than to prostrate ourselves at the Foot of the Cross and beg for prayers. Somehow, in the days and weeks and months that followed, by Grace and the Infinite Goodness of God, my faith, the size of a mustard seed grew into a tree. Now I pray that this faith, which is such a new and glorious gift for me, will shelter others and give them hope in the Goodness and Love of God.
Forgotten
Frustration
Transform
Waiting
Not
Feet
Ready
Mirror
Indifference
Dual
Night
Tears
Chemistry
New
Giving
Temple
Shoulder
Choice
Cheating
Playing
Practise
Blow
Security
Forgive
Stress
Complaint
Differences
Muscle
Blessed
Unstoppable
Payment
Creeping
Plants
Stranger
Communication
Courage
Near
Tears
Rehabilitation
Miracles
Unity
Hope
Push
Blessed
Point
Conversations