I can't stop thinking about the firefighters in Arizona. I can't imagine the devastation. It would be unbearable.
4Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Matthew 5
18I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.
John 14
This life is hard. It hurts sometimes. To lose. To remember.
But still, we go on. Still we hold each other around the shoulders. Still we grieve and mourn. Still we rise up.
Still we are comforted.
No comments:
Post a Comment