Feed Your Faith, Not Your Fears

He stood at the edge and peered down; beaded droplets glided down the side of his face, and landed on his sweat-drenched shirt. I could feel his adrenaline racing, and I knew his heart was pumping...thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. He glanced over at me, then took a couple steps back. One step forward. Two steps back. … Continue reading Feed Your Faith, Not Your Fears

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