I didn’t know what I would write about today. In fact, I’m not going to write much at all. I found this in my Dad’s stuff today. It’s in his handwriting. It’s a treasure, I’m sure someone else wrote it, but it’s still a treasure to me. He was more absent than present in my life, so it means a little more to me today than it might have a year ago. Good advice.
Grace is a gift,