November 8: A place to lay my head

Cold rain slams into Oregon these days, often coming down sideways. Snow covers the moutains. I thank God for a warm, dry place to lay down my weary head at night. While I love to hear the rain on the roof, I love even more that I do not sleep in a tent city, cave or stable. God has given me so much more than so many others in this world, for now, at least…counting my blessings.

Jesus replied, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head” (Matthew 8:20, NIV).


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