The older I get, the more difficult it is to concentrate on the goodness of our Heavenly Father. I don’t really know how to explain how I feel. There are times when I am alone with Him, promises are made that I will be more attentive to my duties as a Christian, then I go about the business of daily life, soon forgetting the promises I made perhaps only hours earlier. I am swallowed up with living in today’s world, sorrowful that life is nothing like it once was. Yesterday evening my wife and I went to the mall. At one point, I was by myself, and I passed through the children’s department at Macy’s. I looked at the many tiny outfits hanging on the racks and wondered what kind of life the children who would wear those little outfits would have. I wondered what kind of people they would grow up to be. These thoughts have been with me throughout the day, and my heart is heavy for these children and the kind of life that’s in store for them. Connie, I, too, love the place you talked about in your poem. It is such a comforting place—one where I need to go more often. Thank you for this beautiful, inspiring piece. I apologize with getting carried away with my thoughts.

David Lee Thompson

Your faith shines through this reverent and prayerful write, Connie. Love, peace, and blessings to you,

Regis. ✝

Amen X 110! 💌🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💌 Well done Connie!