In my mind, in the moment, I can imagine every unmade mistake.
My grandmother would just sit back smiling and enjoying the company and conversations happening all around her. She never seemed agitated by all the noise and sometimes mishaps that took place.
Back in 1993, I met David, a young man in a drug rehabilitation facility. David shared the following poem with me called “The Letter.” It talks about the effects of cocaine, which could just as easily be replaced with the word SIN.
Well, I believe the Lord heard your prayer and has sent help from the sanctuary.
Cain in Genesis 4:9 asks God the question “Am I my brother’s keeper?”
The harvest is before you, not behind you.
Honesty leaves me nude before you.
“What have I done for Jesus today to say thank you for allowing us to be here?”
they aren’t with us,
way too much drama.”