Will is gone. And my friends are mourning in a way I cannot comprehend. Holy Spirit, comfort as only you can. Give hope. Give courage. Give Ella the love she needs. Give us the wisdom and compassion we need to mourn alongside our dear friends. Be our light in this darkness. Intercede with sighs too deep for words. Father God, we cling to you.
The rain fell, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on rock. Mt 7:24
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A lovely verse to choose, Greta. It speaks so simply and eloquently what Matt and I have been trying to say to each other.
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