Unpredictable Life, Predictable God
Unpredictable Life, Predictable God A few months ago we were so excited to finally get a grill, but as we huddled around roasting our marshmallows and making s’mores, I remembered what our fire pit looked like back in the states. The fire pit represented all I missed about what we left behind in W.V. It was hard to enjoy a new memory because I was stuck in the old memories. The sweet moment was tainted because life was no longer…