by Ana Lisa de Jong Maranatha, enough. Come Lord Jesus, come. I am too aware of what it is we should feel at this time of Christmas dawning. But at most…
by Ana Lisa de Jong Have you ever heard a word or two and thought, ‘I knew that too?’ Somewhere within…. Did you ever want to articulate each word of knowledge…
by Ana Lisa de Jong I’m going to tell you a little secret, a little hard-learned truth, gained upon through long labour, and an endless broken walk. I’m going to tell…
by Ana Lisa de Jong Three of the most beautiful lines: ‘He does not raise his voice; He does not crush the weak, or quench the smallest hope.’ So all our…
by Ana Lisa de Jong The heart has its tributaries, rivers deep, carved through stony ground. And the heart has its flowering branches, blazes of sudden colour at the intersect,…
