“Will there be grief in my Savior’s eyes–Grief, though He loves me still?”
“This malefactor, first to come, / Leads all the ransomed sinners Home!”
We’re often like reservoirs, holding in all the grace and gifts, instead of rivers, letting it all flow through us to others.
As bright colors and loud booms filled the air on Earth, angels’ songs and saints’ cheers filled the air in Heaven.
We are surrounded by ordinary miracles–things so common and taken-for-granted that are in reality extraordinary, mind-blowing miracles.
“I’m waiting for that place where there is no more wrong”