A word from Chris Osteen (my mom):
Dearest Lord, You who knit us together know our coming and going and every hidden hurt in our human hearts. We are in the midst of our own personal chaos trying to minister to those supposedly more broken than we. You are the perfect place for all to come in our frailty and brokeness. You alone can make the rough places smooth. Strengthen us as we continue to minister. Help us to feed your lambs. Calm our swirling hearts and keep us from growing weary. Bless us oh Lord with Your presence and Your grace. It is our sufficiency. Amen
Thanks Mom!
Essays and reflections in the midst of a very messy life.
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