Heather

Greif hit today. Then rage. For many things… Things too hard to flesh out right now. I’m weary of ‘fleshing’… I want to just focus on… anything else really. Then I remembered… Or rather was gently reminded. That still small voice… The One who gently corrects. The One who calls me an heir… The One who allowed this miraculous “grafting in.” He holds my tears. They didn’t go unnoticed. Not then. Not now. Not tomorrow. He never promised to explain the purpose of the pain. But He does promise b

The question we need to ask ourselves continually is so simple.... Yet profound. It's the same question we pose to ourselves.... Our kids. And our grandson one day too. Who do you serve?

Forgive. Love your enemies. Bless those who curse you. Continue to love people. Pray for those who insult you. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.