I stand on a hill
i see Joburg
its raining over the south
golden rays over city centre
dark clouds over the east
and excitement in the north
... Come Lord Jesus
True stories from prayer-walks and pilgrimages where the dust of the road meets the grace of God. From the forgotten paths of the Karoo to the ruins of Ghana, these are testimonies of divine whispers, unexpected provision, and gentle encounters that remind us every step is a prayer and every journey is led by Him. Step by step, footprint by footprint.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
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