Isa 57:20 But the wicked are like the troubled sea, for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.
Isa 57:21 There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked.
Prayer Routine Busted!
Duh! Self-righteousness is an abomination—a stench unto the Father’s nostrils, but! My Father set me free to be from that wicked man inside of me. How?
It came to be one morning after many years of my morning routine of prayer for at least one hour. My routine?