My heart is full. But why? The sink needs fixing, a window is almost falling off, and I am piecing together dislodged tiles like a jigsaw puzzle. During house visits and conversations, I often feel those little pangs. Fuel prices are rising, and I find myself wondering how people can become poorer than they already are. Yet despite the harshness of it all, my heart is full. Why?
God the master of time, never gives the future. He gives only the present, moment by moment.
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