“Lord, I receive this GIFT. I receive this new life that you have given me. My life is not mine. It is YOURS (ours). I don’t know how to live it. I keep making a mess of things. You know this better than me. But still, Lord, I offer my life in return. Messy and broken and flawed as it is and will be. I offer you not what I do, but my very self: I offer myself to be loved; to be […]
I had forgotten how spunky and delightful I used to be. Am I still her?