Oh....Amen.
That Hand of God is really something. As busy as God must keep Himself, He stepped down to me. He laid such Grace, such bright shining glorious Grace before me that I cannot yet even think or speak. And you know that it must be a God thing if I am speechless. Thoughtless comes around pretty regularly, but speechless is like Haley's Comet.
I know that my tattered old sticky bits of soul aren't worth the carbon they're wrapped in, but my son--he is more than worth it--he is freaking worthy.
Aaaaand so
My father said yes.
My son is a proud Hope owner now, and I think maybe he might let me use it too.
Oh, Amen.
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