I'm heading out of the door shortly, and so in haste. But if anyone passes this way please, go here.
Pray for this little boy and his mother.
Little baby James Fulton is on my mind a lot lately, especially when I get a quiet thinking moment here.
His mummy is a weary, anxious champion.
It's hard to trust when we are afraid and tired.
When I was afraid and tired I sat down on the battlefield, complained a lot, and let the tanks roll on over me.
It's pretty crushing.