Come Ye Apart…And Rest A While

As I am writing this we are still in the old year. By the time that you read it we will already have passed into the new year. As I am writing this we are still in the old year. By the time that you read it we will already have passed into the new year. Three hundred and sixty days have come and gone. Much of what has happened in the past year is already forgotten; much more will fade from memory before very long. Yet every moment of every day is become a part of the record of God, waiting to...