In the volumes of Your book, it is written of me. Psalm 40:7,8 Hebrews 10:5-7
Shattered dreams Where once was hope Scattered around me
Never mistake new moments – else they also be lost to time.
I baked a cake for my baby today
I am a first generation American, born to Finnish parents who came to the USA in the 1960s. In 2002 I visited Finland and thought that I was well prepared for the emotions that I would on my visit. I'm a career missionary and am accustomed to moving between different cultures, and I was raised by Finnish parents, how hard could it be? I learned that I was sorely mistaken.
In the volumes of Your book, it is written of me.
One More Time It hasn’t been long Since I last heard your crying to be fed in the night And I held you close, rocking you til you slept Holding you for hours in my arms Seems it was only last night. Only a short time ago Holding your hand tightly in mine We went…