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.
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