When I was little girl my friends and I would often say to each other: ‘Promise?’ An expectation that whatever we just told each other, we would follow through. Little girl years are a great learning ground for life – not all promises are kept….
Grace. I’ve been dwelling on and in, and turning over and over this precious gift/responsibility for some time. I’ve noticed is it is often extended to me, and I often withhold it. Truth, hard truth. I’ve learned that God gives it freely, but it is only mine…
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