Where has the locust devoured your fruit when you look over your life? What years have been lost, never to be lived again? Locust years are spans of time that have been wasted, dried up, and desolate; time spent apart from God. It’s making choices in your life that lead to nowhere, it’s giving yourself…

I have never been a fan of small and narrow spaces. I tend to be a bit claustrophobic. My heart pounds, my hands sweat, and all I can hear in my head is “GET OUT!” Fear of getting trapped overwhelms me. I don’t know why this happens to me, because I have never been trapped…