By the end of Collateral Beauty—which was left so perfectly undone—I was sorrowfully, wonderfully, full.
Oh When The Saints
He has been gone eight years today. It was his 45th birthday when the Lord decided it was time for my cousin to go home. He had spent his life as a missionary, loving people to Jesus in Venezuela. It had not been a life wasted. But by our standards, it was too soon. A... Continue Reading →