Well, Well, Tattle-Tale...
Here's the deal. I'm a chicken. A great big colossal chicken. And Papa knows it. Mainly, because He's, well, GOD... but also because I have told Him MANY times how hard of a time I've been having with teaching the series on healing that we are doing with our students this month. I've only shared that with a VERY few trusted ppl who I know will cover and pray for me. Every second and 4th Tuesday nights I attend a ladies home group that is...well...no words can describe the levels of glory that we experience there. This past week me, a friend, one of our students, and one of our youth sponsors got there late. As we walked in, we walked right slam into the presence of the King. One of our sisters was dancing in the middle of the circle of women in Mrs. Beverly's living room, and we didn't need to ask why. It became increasingly evident that Papa God was talking to His daughters that night. We slipped in as quietl...