I could weave this tale with a friend or post something in an eerily passive way on social media. Someone took the last bit of coffee cream, leaving me with skim milk. The garbage cans are still sitting at the end of the driveway, and it was garbage day four days ago. Someone borrowed the car and brought it home empty. How do I connect to the love of God with the emotion of anger coursing through my veins? Today is a very human kind of day where no one filled the dishwasher or offered to help with the groceries.
I am supposed to be writing about the love of God in Christ alone. When fears are stilled when strivings cease What heights of love what depths of peace
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
