Jesus makes beautiful things out of the dust. It's a good thing because life is grinding me into dust on a daily basis.
Monday, August 13, 2012
I'm indebted to Ann Voskamp for pointing me to these words: "Dear Mama, I am in the camp of Auschwitz. Everything is well in my regard. Be tranquil about me and about my health, because the good God is everywhere and provides for everything with love." From Father Maximilian Kolbe