I have to believe that He wants more good for us than we could ever possibly want for ourselves. But sometimes it does feel like He is holding out on us. But we must believe that that isn’t who He is. He is love. He is constant. He is gentle. He hurts when we hurt,…
I want to write about you.
Oh, how I want to write about you.
But a part of me refrains.
Who knows what eyes will read these words.
Besides your own, of course.
Oh, your eyes.
Besides the point.
I have a little collection, you see.
Of stories, memories, laughs.