My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
When we can more readily think of God in his kindness and acknowledge his care more easily than we do his power, and when we can see our own goodness instead of any potential for wrong, then we will have seen into God's heart, and our own as well.
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