Confession

O my heavenly vine, it is beginning to dawn upon mine soul why fruit, more fruit, much fruit, abiding fruit is the one thing Thou hast to give me, and the one thing as a branch I have to give thee.
Here am I, blessed lord work out thy purpose in me that I may bear much fruit, abiding fruit to thy glory.


May the Christ in you be the hope of Glory to all who read.
Blessing Nothing Just Happens