Amogseries Stories

Like a jar, I was whole. Tidy on the outside, but too fragile to keep. Then came the cracks. Small, easy to hide at first. Until I shattered, piece by piece, in the hand...

I am the branch, and Jesus is my vine, but fear stops me from growing. Just a note: I don't own the original photo, everything you see here was created using elements av...

When the sky is out of reach, Jesus becomes my ladder. Just a note: I don't own the original photo, everything you see here was created using elements available on Canva.