Faith without works is dead…God must want the stroke of my keyboard to spell out faith in my blog posts.   My last post was faith-filled also.   I don’t think we can get enough encouragement in the Lord, so this is what was on my heart recently.   Jesus, overcome my typing and my mind…. In days of old, I was a little pink-frilled girl that ran up the stairs into church.   I was rushing into God’s embracing arms, where there was no dark forest harm.   The hall would warm with “hellos” and “how are yous” from fellow brothers and sisters.   Friends shook hands then hung their winter coats in temporary abodes.   The message to come, grabbed hands of the congregation and led them into the sanctuary.   Angel-gold chandeliers gemmed the ceiling that hung over worshippers.   Stained glass formed a rainbow of burgundies over windows.   Like these kaleidoscope windows, I was a kaleidoscope faith girl. Pastor Mellish’s wo...