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A Tale of Two Sons

Posted in Faith, GOD, life, Walking with God, WONDER, tagged prodigal son on July 14, 2026| 1 Comment »

It is a story that provides two sides of the same coin.

Brothers. They grew up in the same home, same opportunities, same blessings, same curses, same father.

And yet …

The story opens with one brother (the younger) wanting his share of the estate (Luke 15:12). So what the son is asking is if he could have his inheritance … remember, the son’s father is the one the son is asking … his father is still alive. How ludicrous to ask for ones inheritance from the parent, when the parent is not dead. What the son is asking is not for his inheritance, but he wants a third of father’s estate, his father’s worth, as the father is not yet dead. He is asking for what is not yet his.

(a third, as the younger son, he would receive a third of the estate and the elder brother would receive two thirds).

And Jesus (who is telling the story) says that the father divided his property between them (v.12). No note of hesitancy or discussion, for what the father felt about this request is immaterial to the story, only that he fulfilled the request of the son (though, the recording of his waiting for his son to return, later in the story, is very relevant).

Then, in two short sentences, the predictable result of the son’s demand is that his inheritance is gone … by his own misuse of what his father gave him.

It was not until his life hit it’s lowest, surrounded by pigs in their slop, that he came to his senses (v. 17) and realized the hedge of protection he would be under as a servant of his father … perhaps he then realized the hedge of protection he had always been under as the son of his good father.

So he journeyed home. Upon reaching the city gates, a man was approaching this wayward son, approaching in a run. His father had been waiting for him. His father knew, predicted, the folly, the poor decisions that the son would get into. And as the son humbled himself (perhaps for the first time in his life) and admitted that he had sinned against heaven and against his father (v. 21).

But, the father, responded as a father filled with love, a father who knew that loving means there will be mistakes, for love is a always a choice, declared, this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found (v. 24).

And a celebration breaks out.

The end …

NOT!

For that is only half of the story, that is only the story of one son. This is the story of two sons.

While a welcome back party was going on at the home, the older son had been in the field (v. 25) … we presume he was working in the field. You know … doing what he was supposed to be doing.

When this older brother heard the reason for the celebration, he didn’t just simmer, but he became angry and refused to go in (v. 28). Basically, his knickers were firmly in a knot and he was done with following the formula of how to be a good son. Done with his spoiled little brother. Done with breaking his back, doing what was expected of him. Done with being the dependable son, the faithful son. Done with doing it all right and yet, not being celebrated for his choice to follow the rules.

When his father went out and pleaded with him (v. 28), when his father showed the older brother his face, it it then that the older brother spoke what was really on his heart (and, no doubt was in his heart for years):

‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’ (v. 29-30).

And now we see that the root of the problem has nothing to do with his younger brother, but pride.

I have been slaving for you … I is a mighty powerful word. It declares independence. It is as though the older brother is declaring (much like Frank Sinatra) I did it my way … except along with the proclaimed independence, he announces his motivation … slavery … slaving for you. This brother has not been good, or responsible, or faithful, or hard working out of love and respect for his father, but out of obligation.

This, elder brother had a firm belief in one thing …

his rule-keeping
his obedience
his works

This tale of two sons, two very different sons who entered a life where they both received the same opportunities, from the same loving father. But, only one son is the prodigal, because only one son recognized that he had sinned against heaven and against his father (v. 21). Only one son realized that he could not save himself.

The one son … his were sins that led him to see himself as bad for the bad things he had done.

The other son … his were the sins of believing he was good because of the good he did.

“I have taken all my good deeds, and all my bad deeds, and have cast them together in a heap before the Lord, and have fled from both to Jesus Christ, and in him I have sweet peace.”
David Dickson
(on his deathbed)

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Are You Ready to Fly?

Posted in WONDER, tagged GOD, heaven, Hope, Life, Purpose, Wonder on July 6, 2026| Leave a Comment »

It was our younger daughter’s wedding day and I was on the upper deck, enjoying a morning coffee and taking a deep breath. In the moment I was so conscious that each breath is a gift and looked to the blue sky. Three tiny birds flitted in front of me, up and off to the right, out of sight and I smile. In that moment I saw our three, playing joyfully in the sky of today. Though they are now adults, and they too fly out of my sight, unaware that I am watching them … and I take a deep breath and I smile.

And a thought came to my conscious,

Carole, are you ready to fly?
Are you ready to let go of this life,
of breath,
of the ones you love,
for what is next?

What a thought on a happy, joyful day … and yet …

I immediately whispered that thought, that question to myself.

And I thought of my girls, living life with the ones they love and who love them.

I thought of my grandbaby enroute, how bathed in prayer already.

I thought of my son, strong, steady and following his God.

I thought of my husband, the one whom I love.

I thought of my mum, who has told me every day, I love you.

and then I whispered,

as though it was not a response of my mind …

I am ready.

I do not want to leave these loves, but … I am ready.

I am hoping it is not through pain, but … I am ready.

I still have hopes and plans, but … I am ready.

This was not a thought born of sadness or depression. Not from apathy or despair. I cannot say exactly where or why it came to mind at all, though perhaps at line of thinking that is healthy to entertain once in a while.

I do not think of death, or heaven very often. I am relatively healthy, I work, have family and friends who fill my days, my thoughts. And yet, as a follower of Christ, I believe that I have treasures that await me in heaven. Not valuables as we see them here and now, but the priceless treasures of existence without pain, or sickness, or heartache, or disaster, or hate, or loneliness, or death. Heaven is the place of truth, promises kept, joy, love, Jesus.

The Apostle, Paul spoke of death, dying and heaven and one who must have put much more thought into eternity:

I trust that my life will bring honor to Christ, whether I live or die. For to me, living means living for Christ, and dying is even better. But if I live, I can do more fruitful work for Christ. So I really don’t know which is better. I’m torn between two desires: I long to go and be with Christ, which would be far better for me. But for your sakes, it is better that I continue to live.
Philippians 1:20-24

Paul is expressing a conundrum, back and forth between the reality of now and the hope of what is to come. In his words I read a heart that longs to be with his Savior, a soul that knows this world is not his home, not what he was made for.

So, I come back to that question that sung from those three birds in the sky,

Carole, are you ready to fly?
Are you ready to let go of this life,
of breath,
of the ones you love,
for what is next?

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Fathers and Their Children

Posted in WONDER, tagged #achildsobligation, #fathersday, FAMILY, Father's Day, Life, Love, Writing on June 21, 2026| Leave a Comment »

“What is a child’s obligation to his parent?”

Malcolm Gladwell asked this question in a podcast (Revisionist History: The Basement Tapes, Aug 16, 2017) I was listening to the other day … and it stuck in my mind all day, all night. Perhaps because Father’s Day was approaching.

I have never been a dad, never will be. I cannot get into the thoughts of a man who is a father but I do know what it is to be a child of man, a daughter of a father. So, maybe I can relate with Mr. Gladwell’s question … maybe we all can.

Fathers are not all the same, not all equal. Not all fathers are good (nor are they all bad). Is the obligation of every child equal?

These are questions I have been asking … hard questions. I have come to few conclusions, but one keeps coming back to me.

As children of our fathers, we have no power to change what has been done to us … he good, the bad and the ugly. We are only responsible for ourselves and our actions. As adult children of our fathers, we are the only ones responsible for what we do with what our fathers have given to us.

“I cannot go back and relive my life, it just is what it is, but I can see to it that the grace that the Lord has poured on me is not in vain. That is my hope.”
Beth Moore

I remember a time, a really busy time in my life, our home and family. Our kids were involved in various activities, we had two international students living with us, hubby was a church pastor in constant demand, I had a job as well as being the head wrangler of all persons and pets under our roof. Tired was my never-ending experience of life. One day I received a letter from my dad, who I loved and who I knew loved me. In the letter he got real with me about his (and my mum’s) life. They were lonely, they missed me and he was asking that I make more effort to be in contact with them.

I will be honest, my first response as I read his words was, dad, you have no idea what my life is like right now. Then I realized, I had no idea of what his life is like … until he told me. So, I quietly vowed to pull my big girl pants us and just honor him/them. Not because they deserved it, so much as honoring him was more about me, about who I was and who I wanted to be.

It may be that you have had a father that was horrible, hurtful, even dangerous. And maybe your best obligation to him, is to learn from him and his actions.

Or it may be that your relationship with your father disintegrated over time and you aren’t even sure where the downturn began. As an adult, what is your best obligation to him?

What I am trying to say is, as adult children, perhaps our obligation to our fathers … it is not dependent on them, it is dependent on us.

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Thoughts to My Baby Girl and Her Love on their Wedding Day

Posted in WONDER, tagged learn from the past, leave and cleave, Marriage, Wedding, Wonder on June 11, 2026| 1 Comment »

As my baby girl and her love make their marriage vows this weekend, there are two authorities I want to refer to as I wish them both all the best in their married life together.

Not so surprisingly, the first is from the Bible and it is the very first time marriage is mentioned:

That is why a man leaves
his father and mother and unites with his wife,
and they become one flesh.
Genesis 2:24

This first instruction pertaining to marriage is not about becoming one flesh, not about uniting with your husband/wife. The first instruction that Bible gives about marriage is

LEAVE

No romanticism, just LEAVE.

It is to leave your parent’s home, leave your original family unit. Strong’s Concordance says the word here means to forsake, loose … this is not just leave as a ceremonial, temporary happening … this is abandonment, walking away and closing the door … permanently. It is not just a physical leaving, it is a leaving of dependence, a leaving of the habits of the past, even a leaving ones original identity.

Individuals cannot become a new family unit without leaving, letting go. We let go of what was home, what was our immediate family, let go of that security, we let go of the roles those individuals played in our life, we let go of who we were in our family of origin … let go of what has defined us to this point in life.

It all sounds so dramatic, because it is.

As you commit your lives to each other, there is a tearing, a ripping, a rending.

Honestly, it reminds me of childbirth. There is this moment when a child is about to be fully born into this world, when, as a mum, you feel such excitement for what is to come but … she realizes that in moments, this life within her … she will need to share them with others. It is the moments just before the child and the mother are physically separated, forever. No longer one, but now two.

And so, in marriage, you and the one you love will leave your immediate families …

This makes me think of the words of the second authority who is one of my most favorite philosophers:

“The past can hurt.
But the way I see it,
you can either run from it or learn from it.”
Rafiki – The Lion King

So, as you leave your family units of origin, as you leave your pasts … do not leave as if running away, but leave with hearts and minds that have learned deeply from all you have observed in those family units. Learn from the mistakes of your parents, grandparents and others. Learn from us and live differently, live determined to duplicate what was good and turn away from what was not.

The two of you are adults, fully able to make your own choices. You are now responsible fully for those choices, for your relationships, for how you live your new life together … for you are no longer children (haven’t been in quite a time now). Do not grab onto the thinking that you have to carry the negatives of your upbringings into your new life together, for it is you, as adults, who are now responsible for your choices, your habits, your relationships.

Learn from the past …

Leave it in the past …

… so that you can live a life where the past can be redeemed.

I am so excited for you both. May you look back years from now and realize that today is when you loved each other the least.

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A Woman’s Second Adolescence

Posted in WONDER on June 7, 2026| Leave a Comment »

There is a time in a woman’s life when she develops greater understanding for those in the midst of adolescence, when bodies and minds and every relationship around them is experienced differently. It is confusing, there are a multitude of emotions, and their bodies are changing in both weird and wonderful ways.

And for the woman, it is called menopause.

Though most think of menopause as a time when menstrual cycles end, hot flashes begin and weight packs on (without the joy of extra chocolate), fries or other deliciousness, these are just the tip of the midlife iceberg of this second adolescence for women.

My own first experience was that of the cessation of menstruation … and it was pure joy! After a couple years of bleeding more than not, I purchased white pants and revelled in wearing them whenever I wanted! My mind was no longer led along by hormones and I felt like I was more me than I had ever been. My closest relationships became even better as I had the clarity and capacity to focus in new ways. I was looking forward to the days to come.

Then … 2 inch hairs would appear on my chin, seemingly from evening to morning. My muscles started aching … for no reason. My eyesight became confusing (do I squint or back up?). My Everready Bunny energy had hopped away. The filter that once ensured the I bite my tongue no longer existed. My skin was itchy … all the time. My sense of taste and smell changed … leaving me constantly wondering if I was the bad smell. The patience I once so appreciated within who I was was replaced by finger and toe tapping. Skin began … to move, downward. I began to feel … kinda anxious, where I had not, in years before.

But, even greater changes happened, my dad, my ‘person’ died. I was now the meat, cheese and lettuce in the sandwich of life. Beginning to become more support to my mum, while still having young adult ‘kids’ who depended on me too. I became disillusioned by a job I had loved for years, because the role was no longer that of a trusted professional, but instead that of one who did only as they were told. Then hubby had a professional and physical upheaval that grossly affected our whole family, in every way and (for awhile) I became a caregiver to the one my heart loved. No part of our lives stayed the same. Our social, relational and spiritual community was gone, our financial security toppled, and our kid’s understanding of people of faith disintegrated to dust. Our kids grew into adulthood and my role in those relationships changed too.

I didn’t know myself, was at the end of myself.

There was a loneliness within me that went deeper than I’d ever known. A purposelessness of life. A sense of failure. A wandering in the desert of my life. Feeling dried up … from the inside out. All of the if-thens that I had held onto in earlier years had shown themselves to be lies.

Words I had never known personally attached to me, words like failure, rejection, useless, confused, unlovable.

Though the life events may vary, my experience of this second adolescence is not new of uncommon. Oh we women expect to be awaken by tropical moments, but the hit to our self-confidence, our abilities, the changes that smack us in our work and employment and closest relationships … those are not book titles in the change of life section of the bookstore or online. And yet, those are the changes that can take the breath from our lungs, the joy from the days we have left.

The song, below … it just hit right where I needed it … maybe it will hit you at the right time, in the right place too.

Not everything changes in life, whether adolescence, or second adolescence …

“You remind me who I am
when I look in the mirror
and I’m not so sure“

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We Need to Put the Basket into the Water

Posted in WONDER, tagged #trustinggod, Bible, Deconstructed Mum, Exodus, Faith, GOD, Growing Up, Moses, Parenting on May 30, 2026| 1 Comment »

It started with one verse. A heavy, life-altering verse that I read today while sipping my morning brew, not pausing to feel the weight of the words and how desperately heavy they felt to the families, the women who would be forced to live to play such a heartbreaking role in history.

Then Pharaoh gave this order to all his people:
“Every Hebrew boy that is born you must throw into the Nile…”
Exodus 1:22

And with that order, baby boys up to about two years of age were wiped out. This order was carried out on somewhere between two and eight years. Thousands, perhaps tens or hundreds of thousands were killed … but to the mothers, did any number over their one matter?

Then the story continues into Exodus 2 (1-10), with the story of family of Moses, centering on his mother, Jochebed:

Now a man of the tribe of Levi married a Levite woman, and she became pregnant and gave birth to a son. When she saw that he was a fine child, she hid him for three months. But when she could hide him no longer, she got a papyrus basket for him and coated it with tar and pitch. Then she placed the child in it and put it among the reeds along the bank of the Nile. His sister stood at a distance to see what would happen to him.Then Pharaoh’s daughter went down to the Nile to bathe, and her attendants were walking along the riverbank. She saw the basket among the reeds and sent her female slave to get it. She opened it and saw the baby. He was crying, and she felt sorry for him. “This is one of the Hebrew babies,” she said.Then his sister asked Pharaoh’s daughter, “Shall I go and get one of the Hebrew women to nurse the baby for you?” “Yes, go,” she answered. So the girl went and got the baby’s mother. Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, “Take this baby and nurse him for me, and I will pay you.” So the woman took the baby and nursed him. When the child grew older, she took him to Pharaoh’s daughter and he became her son. She named him Moses, saying, “I drew him out of the water.”

And within these ten verses we see the bravery of Jochebed. For she chose to defy the law … not THE LAW, the one that the Hebrew people followed as an effort to obey their God, but the law of Egypt, the law served by Pharaoh, who, like the Hebrew God, could take life away.

The thing is, I bet she is not the only mum of a Hebrew boy who chose to hide her baby. Were I there, I would. I would do whatever I could to save my child from harm, to protect him (or her) from the evil of this world. I too would hide my child, even at the risk of my own life. Wouldn’t you?

But then, we come to verse 3,

But when she could hide him no longer, she got a papyrus basket for him and coated it with tar and pitch. Then she placed the child in it and put it among the reeds along the bank of the Nile.

Her baby boy, Moses, was too big, too old to hide. She could not hand him over to authorities, she could not watch them kill her son. So, she did what any mother of faith, who is desperate that her child live … she left her son in the hands of the only one who could save him, the only one she trusted with the future of her son … her God.

And, as I considered Jochebed and how she responded to this desperate situation, this situation that so few of us, as mothers, ever encounter. I read and wondered how Jochebed’s story applies to my life, today and I realized her story applies to what all mothers encounter as our children grow up to reach an age where we are no longer able to hide them from this world, from the evil that lurks around the corner, from growing up as independent adults.

She put the basket, containing her child, into the waters … trusting in the only one who can save them.

I think that Ashlei Woods puts it so well,

“There comes a time – many times, actually – in the lives of our children where we have to put the basket in the water. We have to let go and trust the plan of the Father. The world is a scary place – a place where we fear our children could drown. But we must remember that we have to let go so that God can draw them from the waters for His great purpose. He has called us to be their parents, but they were His first.”

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What is so Wonderful about Life?

Posted in WONDER, tagged GOD, Life, Wonder on March 25, 2026| Leave a Comment »

As we move through the many stages and experiences of life we can bump up against mammoth walls that have us wondering about life … it’s meaning, it’s purpose. We may even be so stunted by the events of life that we question our life, our meaning, our purpose.

What is so wonderful about life?

At a younger age, there was anticipation of what was to come. Education, work, love, marriage, children, housing, trips, friendships … And there were celebrations for seemingly every new goal achieved.

As life moved towards midlife, life was child-centic, survival-focused. This was a beautiful season, a costly season … when rest was just out of reach and money flowed in and out in equal measure. We stepped out of the focus of celebrations, as our children stepped onto center stage. We anticipated every stage of our children’s lives, as well as a day when there would be downtime.

Then this empty nest season, where our nests may be empty (or, perhaps we wish they were). Our partner may be someone you are reconnecting with, apart from or living with in an awkward, unfamiliar silence. So many of our friendships in the past were connections through our children’s activities which are no more and so we are in the position of making new friendships. Our career may be feeding our souls, or just feeding our bodies as we count the days to retirement, or it may have been complicated as more youthful perspectives have replaced sage experience. We may be assisting our aging parents, or saying farewell to them in death. Now we look forward to the possibility of grandkids, of vacations, retirement and (do I dare say it?) of heaven.

There can be this feeling of unfamiliarity with this stage. It is uncharted territory that we are sailing into. Our relationships, with parents, spouses, children and friends may be altered. Our own bodies have and are changing, morphing into a regular out of body experience. For some, our bodies have deteriorated by use or disease. We are seeking new experiences, motivations, direction. We need a new focus, a compass to guide us into this new life experience.

So, what is so wonderful about life?

It is simple … and maybe complex at the same time.

For what is wonderful about life is …

that we get to live it … each day a fresh start, a blank slate. We have opportunity to do, to go, even just to be.

Life, it is the gift that not all are granted.

It might me airy fairy or Pollyanna of me, but, each breath that we get to breathe is a precious, undeserved, unpromised grace. And it is from the God who created us.

May we receive this gift of life, each day we awake, for it is wonderful indeed

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Whatever …

Posted in WONDER on February 23, 2025| 2 Comments »

Maybe it’s the dark season, maybe the flu virus that demolished my weekend plan or maybe just the abundance of time in my brain …

I was abiding in the doldrums yesterday, my thoughts going to and staying on the dark side. Gotta say, by bedtime I was brought low.

Then I awoke this morning with one word on my mind …

WHATEVER

and I knew fully and immediately what the message was and who it was from.

Whatever …

whatever is true,
whatever is noble,
whatever is right,
whatever is pure,
whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable
think about such things

A passage from Philippians, memorized many years ago, as a child attending a Pioneer Girls club, surfaced … just. when. I. needed. it.

coincidence? I think not.

The Psalmist tells us, “I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you” (Psalm 119:11). There is something powerful about scripture that has been memorized and how it surfaces in our minds when we need it’s message, it’s hope, the most.

According to a Psychology Today article, written by Ryan C. Warner Ph.D.,

“Neurologically, positive thinking activates brain regions involved in emotional regulation and reward processing, such as the prefrontal cortex and amygdala. This activation triggers the release of neurotransmitters like dopamine and serotonin, known for promoting feelings of happiness and well-being.“

Whatever …

Whatever is on our minds, threatening our sense of inner peace, striking us with fear, making our stomachs turn with worry … whatever it is … job lay offs, change, death of loved ones, isolation from loved ones, rejection, stress, loneliness, change, depression, anxiety … a virus in the midst of the winter doldrums … these whatever verses are a U-turn, a reminder that where we allow our thoughts to go can affect where they stay.

This isn’t happy-clappy stuff folks, to make the switch in our minds to that which is positive is to fuel our thoughts with something that can help us manage the stresses and frustrations and seasonal affective disorders and whatever else our minds are struggling to have the resilience to cope through. In a sense, positive thinking is the most valuable nutrient for our brains to function and cope well in this sometimes dark and stormy world.

” … brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.” Philippians 4:8-9

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My Best Thought

Posted in WONDER on February 5, 2025| 3 Comments »

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart

A few months ago a song was perfectly inserted in a show I was watching and it delivered such significance to the scene, for I knew the song well.

Be thou my vision is undoubtedly one of the oldest hymns still sung (believed to be written in the sixth century), though it (as with many older hymns) began as poetry. Written by Saint Dallán Forgaill in honor of an act of faith and defiance to the wishes of the High King of Ireland, by Saint Patrick. It was not until 1919 that the verses (reworked about twenty years prior) were put to music … the hauntingly beautiful Irish tune, “Slane”.

I am so thankful that I was reunited with this song, for it has been a comfort, a balm, a reminder of hope and certainty in a time where hope and certainty seem out of sight.

It has also been a good, swift, metaphorical kick in the pants.

As I listen to, hum and even sing (in the privacy of my home) the truths of the verses, I wonder how it is that we who have faith, who worship such a faithful High King of Heaven

could feel that our world, politics, leaders, global financial systems, loss of community is hopeless.

How could we, who put our faith in God, be so dominated by the news of the day?

Perhaps if He is in our thoughts
“by day or by night
waking or sleeping
thy presence my light”
… our rest may be more restful, our days less anxious.

Perhaps if we trust first in Him to
“be Thou my wisdom,
and Thou my true word”
… we will know that wisdom is better than strength or power.

Perhaps if we abide
“ever with Thee
and Thou with me, Lord
Thou in me dwelling
and I with Thee one”
… we will know that loneliness is dissolved.

Perhaps if we deny the wealth, the privileges we hold in this world,
“Riches I heed not, nor vain, empty praise
Thou mine inheritance, now and always”
… we might not worry about losing them.

Perhaps if our communications are more often about
“Thou and Thou only first in my heart
High King of heaven, my treasure Thou art”
… others might believe in the God we say lives in our hearts.

Perhaps if understand that our victory is already won,
“whatever befall”
… we will not fear what this world and it’s leaders may do.

Perhaps if we raise our hands in praise more often we will be wringing them less.

Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O ruler of all.

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Eternal Liar

Posted in WONDER, tagged #suicide, Bible, christianity, Depression, GOD, Jesus, satan on January 26, 2025| 1 Comment »

The news cuts somewhere deep within us … for we were not created to die. The truth of God’s intent for us never included mental illness, depression, death.

Yet …

haven’t we all cried, sorrowed, grieved when we hear of the end of life of another?

Death entered our world when Satan told a lie in the garden, to the original souls of humanity.

And he still tells lies.

This past week we heard of the death of beautiful soul. One tortured by that which was never intended … despair, despondency, depression.

A young woman who God knit together in her mother’s womb … oh that mum, that dad … God hear our prayers for them!

A young woman with siblings, relatives, friends.

And they all cry, sorrow and grieve.

And we ache, deep in our souls … because this is not the way it is supposed to be.

And this deep ache …

it is proof that it’s a lie.

IT’S A LIE!

WHEN SATAN TELLS YOU

NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU

NO ONE LOVES YOU

NO ONE THINKS OF YOU …

OUR GRIEF IS PROOF

IT’S A LIE.

If you are ever so low you despair even of life. If you hear whispers that no one cares about you, no one loves you, no one thinks of you … I want you to know those whispers are from Satan himself. And, I want you to remember what grief feels like … because the sorrow of grief is proof that Satan lies. He has lied since the beginning of time.

Our grief is proof, that Satan lies … for our grief comes from caring, loving and thinking of the one who is gone from us.

Satan … “was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies” John 8:44.

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