What I’ve Learned from Being Isolated and Allergic to Everything
I believe in a blessing I don’t understand
I’ve seen rain fall on wicked and the just
Rain is no measure of his faithfulness
He withholds no good thing from us
No good thing from us, no good thing from us
I will open my hands, will open my heart
I am nodding my head an emphatic yes
To all that you have for me
Almost six years ago, I was sitting in a quiet park in New Zealand, iPod in hand, listening to this song by Sara Groves. I was surrounded by evidences of stunning natural beauty—vibrant t..