After a rough week, my spouse person did something very nice for me this morning. A very simple act of kindness. I felt so loved.
Friends who I never thought would ever come to church, are now coming because their children want to go. They felt so loved in their adversities.
The wayward kid is getting happier and happier with the structure and diversion from the mists of . . . darkness is an appropriate metaphor. The kid is acting with love.
Tender Mercies each and every one.
The prodigal blogger
3 years ago