When life’s circumstances become so unbearable that the bleak moments give way to feelings of failure grab hold of the stripped winter branch that upholds the tiny bird in the blizzard storm. That is faith. Hold on andWait for Divine. Don’t be consumed for hope falls afresh like new fallen snow and Holy Compassion rises up like daybreak every morning. Divine hasn’t failed me yet and He won’t start now.
Dedicated to my 2nd Dad, Paul Satterfield 1935-2021
May you Rest in Peace with abundant Love