Understanding the “why” comes with surrender.
I was trying hard to see Jesus but I was just too short to see above the tree line.
Still, it remains in my mind some days later, the picture of the children’s shoes outside the front door of the house on a warm Sunday afternoon. I can feel the warm breeze blowing through the front door, hear the weeping of children, and feel the sting of death – and there was my little girl in the middle taking part in the “ministry of presence.”
I have four children, each one is precious to me. My firstborn was the first: the first child born to our family, the first one we taught to walk, the first one we walked to school, and the first one to leave home. He was the “trial run” that paved the way for his siblings.Continue reading “The Paintbrush…”
Today I’m sharing a podcast I posted today about things we just don’t understand. Click the link below to hear the episode. https://leakpeters.podbean.com/e/above-my-pay-grade/
The only answer I have found for hate is love. Loving more, loving extravagantly, loving when it is easy, and when it is hard for love is an easy load to carry.