April 14, 2019
April 14, 2019
Sometimes, our lives look like the scattered pieces of a puzzle, strewn this way and that. They don’t make sense. We try to gather them together in a scrapbook. We sort them out in conversation around a table. We select certain pictures and put them on poster board in preparation for a funeral. How do we order these days? What kind of a story do these pieces tell?
Unfortunately, we don’t have the cover of a box with a picture on it. All we have are the promises of God.
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