tear,

dearest, a verse. A single verse today. No, actually, just a part of a verse, the first of Acts 21,

On to Jerusalem

“After we had torn ourselves away from them, …” 1

I tear myself everyday. I miss London, Stewardship; my family; my friends. My school Morris. Memories and moments. Why?

I am, made, firmed in His image. Fearfully and wonderfully made. Jesus was made to be torn. And he was for us.

Tear today; miss and love well today. Tear for someone, even yourself, today.

Tear.