Lately I am preoccupied with the mundane every day. Partly because it is the place I'm blessed to invest in day after day. Partly because it's a juggling act and the dust is settling and we're in forward progression of new normals and new pace.
And partly because I miss my dad.
He is faithful.
I buried my dad and anyone who has walked this road knows you bury more than a person because you lose the years to come. You lose watching him grow old, not from the chemo aging him so harshly, but from too many hours in the sun walking through his garden.
I will bring you dreams of the things to come.
His whispers are faithful and near.
They will know of this royal family in His kingdom, that their are heirs to the throne of the Most High King.
...Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom."
2 Corinthians 3:17