my great grandmother on my father's side kept an account of everyday----her journal...the carrie faye journal. my grandmother on my mother's side, grandmother ruth, also kept an account. but, not on paper. her account is in my head, in the heart of all her grandchildren. the story of romans eleven is one to be remembered. we live by our faith and the years tell our story. they murmur our legacy. it is one that continues to grow long after our time on earth has past.
my hope is that my life will be one of rebirth----crafting into the devine growth. my hope is that i choose each day to allow this process to happen and that I participate willingly.
which will be our story (my story): one of a life lived with grace and redemption or one of sorrow and death? and when our (my) account is read or uttered by those we (i) left behind, will it be a story full of: "oh...the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God!"???
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