Good morning,
I pray the day is finding you well.
We had a wonderful communion service last night.
We transformed the YMCA Gym into a sacred space. The theme was to be relaxed and casual. We music, thank you Kaleb and Jessi. We had the elements set up and prayer stations which we manned. People would come in, listen to the music, when they were ready they would come sit with us at a station. We would administer the elements and then pray with and over them. The service was supposed to last until 6pm. It lasted until 7:30pm.
People just kept coming.
Chirstmas is a funny season.
It heightens our senses.
When life is going well, Christmas is a very joyous season.
When life has turmoil, Christmas can be rather tough.
I am amazed at the number of people that are having a tough time.
I am also amazed how the simple act of prayer can lift peoples hearts.
I am humbled to be part of Christs redemptive work, giving me the opportunity to show people His love and His desire for their lives.
As beautiful as last nights service was, I cannot get over the feeling of, "What if we had not had a service at our YMCA?" I know that some of these people would have gone to a church. I also know that many of these people would not have gone to a church, for whatever reason.
This is the time when we focus on the birth of Christ. A time when, "The word became flesh and made His dwelling among us." (John 1:14)
It is a time to remember that God loves us so much that He sent His only begotten Son so that we may have eternal life.
That is a great big Love. A love that we cannot even wrap our minds around.
During this season whether life, at the moment, is going great or you are having a tough time; remember these things.
God loves you.
Christ is with you.
Christ is the reason for the season.
Merry Christmas everyone & amy the blessing of God dwell in you richly.
Roger
My Book
Monday, December 24, 2012
Saturday, December 22, 2012
I cleaned my office, almost!
Good morning,
I pray the day is finding you well.
I have been on the run since Thanksgiving.
My office has literally become a place to dump stuff as I go from one thing to another.
We, the YMCA, have partnered with the Salvation Army and placed a Christmas "Giving Tree" in our lobby. The Staff and members really outdid themselves this year and the lobby began to overflow with gifts. This meant that gifts started to pile up in my office. The other morning I came into the "Y" to find my door open and a little red wagon sticking out the doorway. I had to move the little red wagon just to get through the door.
Norm, Zac (One of our staff's kid) and I loaded three carloads, and when I say car loads I mean carloads, not little cars but station-wagons and suv's full of gifts. Over 200 kids will get Christmas this year because of the generosity of our staff and members.
I could see the floor of my office again.
After a mid evening meeting I came back to the "Y" with the intention of getting my office back.
The "Y" was a buzz with activity as usual, but the usual suspects that usually take time away from "admin stuff" were not there. It would be a good time for me to clean.
I had been cleaning for about ten minutes when the Welcome Center brought me a family.
Christina, one of the Welcome Center staff offered to watch the kids as I spoke with the mom.
Heather (not her real name), is at her wits end. She is a single mother of three boys, ages 9, 8, and 6 years-old. She has had a rough life. She has been homeless in the past. She has been working very hard to get her life together. She recently graduated from college. She lost her job and will be evicted soon.
It is Christmas.
This is a terrible time of year for things like this to happen, as if there is a good time of year for this kind of thing to happen.
I listened to her talk.
I watched tears come to her eyes as she lamented her situation.
I watched her tremble as she thought about the future.
I prayed with her, and over her and her family.
I then started emailing my resources.
I contacted Sharon.
I contacted Darcy.
I gave Heather contact information.
Heather and I talked some more as Christina played with Heather's kids.
I prayed with Heather again and said that I would be in touch.
Needless to say I did not get my office cleaned that night. As usual it would have to wait for a quieter time.
The funny thing about Christ is that He usually throws a monkey-wrench into the plans that I make. It seems that He has other plans. I guess that is why He is the boss.
I continue to pray for Heather and her family as I work to find a job for her.
I have faith that she will come out of this intact. I will continue to work with her to help her heal and become whole.
I am told that Christmas is a time for miracles, but I have found that miracles don't just happen at Christmas, they happen all year long.
We just need to eyes to see them.
My prayer is that we not only have eyes to see miracles all year-round but have the eyes to see the possibility of a miracle, and the courage to act on this possibility.
Blessings,
I pray the day is finding you well.
I have been on the run since Thanksgiving.
My office has literally become a place to dump stuff as I go from one thing to another.
We, the YMCA, have partnered with the Salvation Army and placed a Christmas "Giving Tree" in our lobby. The Staff and members really outdid themselves this year and the lobby began to overflow with gifts. This meant that gifts started to pile up in my office. The other morning I came into the "Y" to find my door open and a little red wagon sticking out the doorway. I had to move the little red wagon just to get through the door.
Norm, Zac (One of our staff's kid) and I loaded three carloads, and when I say car loads I mean carloads, not little cars but station-wagons and suv's full of gifts. Over 200 kids will get Christmas this year because of the generosity of our staff and members.
I could see the floor of my office again.
After a mid evening meeting I came back to the "Y" with the intention of getting my office back.
The "Y" was a buzz with activity as usual, but the usual suspects that usually take time away from "admin stuff" were not there. It would be a good time for me to clean.
I had been cleaning for about ten minutes when the Welcome Center brought me a family.
Christina, one of the Welcome Center staff offered to watch the kids as I spoke with the mom.
Heather (not her real name), is at her wits end. She is a single mother of three boys, ages 9, 8, and 6 years-old. She has had a rough life. She has been homeless in the past. She has been working very hard to get her life together. She recently graduated from college. She lost her job and will be evicted soon.
It is Christmas.
This is a terrible time of year for things like this to happen, as if there is a good time of year for this kind of thing to happen.
I listened to her talk.
I watched tears come to her eyes as she lamented her situation.
I watched her tremble as she thought about the future.
I prayed with her, and over her and her family.
I then started emailing my resources.
I contacted Sharon.
I contacted Darcy.
I gave Heather contact information.
Heather and I talked some more as Christina played with Heather's kids.
I prayed with Heather again and said that I would be in touch.
Needless to say I did not get my office cleaned that night. As usual it would have to wait for a quieter time.
The funny thing about Christ is that He usually throws a monkey-wrench into the plans that I make. It seems that He has other plans. I guess that is why He is the boss.
I continue to pray for Heather and her family as I work to find a job for her.
I have faith that she will come out of this intact. I will continue to work with her to help her heal and become whole.
I am told that Christmas is a time for miracles, but I have found that miracles don't just happen at Christmas, they happen all year long.
We just need to eyes to see them.
My prayer is that we not only have eyes to see miracles all year-round but have the eyes to see the possibility of a miracle, and the courage to act on this possibility.
Blessings,
Update on Grampa Jim
Good morning,
I pray the day is finding you well.
Many of you have been asking about Jim. I apologize for not posting earlier, it has been a whirlwind couple of days.
Grampa Jim is fine.
The storm abated. They were able to transfer him to Minneapolis. He had his surgery and is recovering nicely. Thank you all for your prayers. It is a Christmas miracle.
Have a Merry Christmas.
Blessings,
I pray the day is finding you well.
Many of you have been asking about Jim. I apologize for not posting earlier, it has been a whirlwind couple of days.
Grampa Jim is fine.
The storm abated. They were able to transfer him to Minneapolis. He had his surgery and is recovering nicely. Thank you all for your prayers. It is a Christmas miracle.
Have a Merry Christmas.
Blessings,
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Good morning,
I pray the day is finding you well.
Today I am asking for prayer.
My father-in-law, Jim, went in for a routine angiogram and during the angiogram it was discovered that he had 95% blockage to his heart. They are trying to rush him to Rochester or Minneapolis. There is a blizzard going on that is causing quite a delay.
Laurie and I are nervous.
Please pray for:
1. A safe trip.
2. That God guides the hands of the surgeon.
3. That Jim has a quick recovery.
4. The presence of Christ to all the family members as they are living an anxious time.
Please pray for those things that I have failed to mention.
Thank you and God Bless you.
Roger
I pray the day is finding you well.
Today I am asking for prayer.
My father-in-law, Jim, went in for a routine angiogram and during the angiogram it was discovered that he had 95% blockage to his heart. They are trying to rush him to Rochester or Minneapolis. There is a blizzard going on that is causing quite a delay.
Laurie and I are nervous.
Please pray for:
1. A safe trip.
2. That God guides the hands of the surgeon.
3. That Jim has a quick recovery.
4. The presence of Christ to all the family members as they are living an anxious time.
Please pray for those things that I have failed to mention.
Thank you and God Bless you.
Roger
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tis the Season
Good morning,
I pray the day is finding you well.
‘Tis the season.
I often wonder about this term. Why in the world would we have a season for giving? Why not give all year long?
But alas, ‘tis the season.
As usual in our YMCA, it starts with a conversation. Someone, somewhere, comes into relationship with one of our family and because our family cares about people, a conversation ensues.
Many times, it is face to face.
Sometimes it is an email.
Hi Eddie,
I received a call from L___ L_____ (a member) asking if we could provide a temporary membership for a family she’s helping through sharehouse. It’s a single mom and 3 kids (14,8,5); the father was killed in a car accident last year. They had been living in her car until recently, they are now in temporary housing. Could we perhaps find a way to provide a month’s membership for Lynn to include in their Christmas?
Thanks!
Sarah Greene
Membership Services Supervisor
Clark County Family YMCA
11324 NE 51st Circle
Vancouver, WA 98682
So, the conversation starts.
From: White, Eddie
Sent: Wednesday, December 19, 2012 7:24 AM
To: Greene, Sarah
Subject: RE: Sharehouse request for temporary membership
I don’t have an issue with this we just need to make sure we capture the story.
Thanks,
Eddie White
Executive Director
Clark County Family YMCA
11324 NE 51st Circle
Vancouver, WA 98682
As you can probably guess, I am the “Story capturer.”
Of course Eddie did not have an issue with helping a family in need, he is Eddie of course. A man who loves Christ, and through his love has grown to be a person who loves others.
But why do we do these things? Things that do not help our bottom line or that seemingly have no benefit to us?
We are the “Y”, that’s why.
One of the things that one quickly realizes when one studies the history of the YMCA is that we (the YMCA) are not in competition with anybody.
One of the things that one quickly realizes when one studies the history of the YMCA is that we (the YMCA) do not compete, we fill niche voids.
There is only one reason that we started having pools in our “Y’s”. It was because kids were drowning in rivers, ponds, and lakes. There was a void that needed filling. Kids needed to learn how to swim so they would not die in rivers, ponds, and lakes.
There is only one reason that we started having gyms in our “Y’s”. Positive activities during people’s “free” time was needed.
There is only one reason that we started housing people. As social institutes started having problems in this area, the YMCA was there to fill the void.
There is only one reason the “Y” has childcare. It is because there was a void, and we are doing our best to fill it.
Most people have no idea what it is that we really do.
I do know who does know though.
One of our staff’s husband works for a big box gym. He was at a meeting in which a suit came in from corporate. This is what the suit said, “We are about profits, people. We are about ROI. We are about the bottom line. If you care about people, go to work for the YMCA.”
I could not have said it better myself.
We care about people.
We care about you.
We do not compete.
We fill niche voids.
This family had a series of horrific things happen to them, something that we seem to be inundated with lately, horrific things happening to people.
They had a void that needed filling.
I thank God that we were able to fill this void.
‘Tis the season.
For us in the YMCA our season lasts for more than a month or two.
We measure our season in years.
When I think of Christ, I think that He measures seasons in years too; actually He measures seasons in eternal measurements.
Can we extend our season too?
Blessings,
I pray the day is finding you well.
‘Tis the season.
I often wonder about this term. Why in the world would we have a season for giving? Why not give all year long?
But alas, ‘tis the season.
As usual in our YMCA, it starts with a conversation. Someone, somewhere, comes into relationship with one of our family and because our family cares about people, a conversation ensues.
Many times, it is face to face.
Sometimes it is an email.
Hi Eddie,
I received a call from L___ L_____ (a member) asking if we could provide a temporary membership for a family she’s helping through sharehouse. It’s a single mom and 3 kids (14,8,5); the father was killed in a car accident last year. They had been living in her car until recently, they are now in temporary housing. Could we perhaps find a way to provide a month’s membership for Lynn to include in their Christmas?
Thanks!
Sarah Greene
Membership Services Supervisor
Clark County Family YMCA
11324 NE 51st Circle
Vancouver, WA 98682
So, the conversation starts.
From: White, Eddie
Sent: Wednesday, December 19, 2012 7:24 AM
To: Greene, Sarah
Subject: RE: Sharehouse request for temporary membership
I don’t have an issue with this we just need to make sure we capture the story.
Thanks,
Eddie White
Executive Director
Clark County Family YMCA
11324 NE 51st Circle
Vancouver, WA 98682
As you can probably guess, I am the “Story capturer.”
Of course Eddie did not have an issue with helping a family in need, he is Eddie of course. A man who loves Christ, and through his love has grown to be a person who loves others.
But why do we do these things? Things that do not help our bottom line or that seemingly have no benefit to us?
We are the “Y”, that’s why.
One of the things that one quickly realizes when one studies the history of the YMCA is that we (the YMCA) are not in competition with anybody.
One of the things that one quickly realizes when one studies the history of the YMCA is that we (the YMCA) do not compete, we fill niche voids.
There is only one reason that we started having pools in our “Y’s”. It was because kids were drowning in rivers, ponds, and lakes. There was a void that needed filling. Kids needed to learn how to swim so they would not die in rivers, ponds, and lakes.
There is only one reason that we started having gyms in our “Y’s”. Positive activities during people’s “free” time was needed.
There is only one reason that we started housing people. As social institutes started having problems in this area, the YMCA was there to fill the void.
There is only one reason the “Y” has childcare. It is because there was a void, and we are doing our best to fill it.
Most people have no idea what it is that we really do.
I do know who does know though.
One of our staff’s husband works for a big box gym. He was at a meeting in which a suit came in from corporate. This is what the suit said, “We are about profits, people. We are about ROI. We are about the bottom line. If you care about people, go to work for the YMCA.”
I could not have said it better myself.
We care about people.
We care about you.
We do not compete.
We fill niche voids.
This family had a series of horrific things happen to them, something that we seem to be inundated with lately, horrific things happening to people.
They had a void that needed filling.
I thank God that we were able to fill this void.
‘Tis the season.
For us in the YMCA our season lasts for more than a month or two.
We measure our season in years.
When I think of Christ, I think that He measures seasons in years too; actually He measures seasons in eternal measurements.
Can we extend our season too?
Blessings,
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
The Land of Misfit Toys
Good morning,
I pray the day is finding you well.
This morning was just another morning at our YMCA.
The giving tree tags arrived, this sent Norm and I on the annual, “Where did we put our Christmas tree?” hunt. We eventually found it, cleared an area in the Welcome Center space, and started putting the pretend Christmas tree together. It was the usual affair; setting it up, getting everything just right, finding out that the top half of the tree is not lit, finding the problem, fixing the problem, patting each other on the back for our obvious mechanical electrical skills, realizing that we still have to put the skirt around the tree, crawling around on the floor getting the skirt “just right”, realizing that the tree is not in the right spot, moving the tree, crawling around on the floor again getting the skirt “just right” again, placing the “giving tags” on the tree, and watched the tags start to disappear.
Carlos’ Thanksgiving meal created a buzz with the staff.
We started talking about how fun it would be to open the YMCA to others on Thanksgiving and feeding those that have no place to go for Thanksgiving. Did I mention we have a wonderful Family here at the “Y”.
I am reminded of the Christmas story when Buddy the Elf is looking for his family. He comes to a place where all these toys live. They are not perfect toys and for whatever reason have been discarded. It is the land of misfit toys. The thing about these toys is that they know that they are not perfect and through their imperfections they exude love and respect to those they encounter. Eddie, our E.D. dais one day, “We are just a bunch of misfit toys.” We know we are not perfect, we are working on our stuff as we help others.
I am reminded of something the Apostle Paul once said to another bunch of misfit toys:
If then you were raised with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ is, sitting at the right hand of God. 2 Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth. (Colossians 3:1-2)
And this is what he meant:
12 Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; 13 bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. 14 But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection. 15 And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful. 16 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. 17 And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him. (Colossians 3:12-17)
I for one am glad that I am a misfit toy living and working with a bunch of mist toys.
Blessings,
I pray the day is finding you well.
This morning was just another morning at our YMCA.
The giving tree tags arrived, this sent Norm and I on the annual, “Where did we put our Christmas tree?” hunt. We eventually found it, cleared an area in the Welcome Center space, and started putting the pretend Christmas tree together. It was the usual affair; setting it up, getting everything just right, finding out that the top half of the tree is not lit, finding the problem, fixing the problem, patting each other on the back for our obvious mechanical electrical skills, realizing that we still have to put the skirt around the tree, crawling around on the floor getting the skirt “just right”, realizing that the tree is not in the right spot, moving the tree, crawling around on the floor again getting the skirt “just right” again, placing the “giving tags” on the tree, and watched the tags start to disappear.
Carlos’ Thanksgiving meal created a buzz with the staff.
We started talking about how fun it would be to open the YMCA to others on Thanksgiving and feeding those that have no place to go for Thanksgiving. Did I mention we have a wonderful Family here at the “Y”.
I am reminded of the Christmas story when Buddy the Elf is looking for his family. He comes to a place where all these toys live. They are not perfect toys and for whatever reason have been discarded. It is the land of misfit toys. The thing about these toys is that they know that they are not perfect and through their imperfections they exude love and respect to those they encounter. Eddie, our E.D. dais one day, “We are just a bunch of misfit toys.” We know we are not perfect, we are working on our stuff as we help others.
I am reminded of something the Apostle Paul once said to another bunch of misfit toys:
If then you were raised with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ is, sitting at the right hand of God. 2 Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth. (Colossians 3:1-2)
And this is what he meant:
12 Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; 13 bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. 14 But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection. 15 And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful. 16 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. 17 And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him. (Colossians 3:12-17)
I for one am glad that I am a misfit toy living and working with a bunch of mist toys.
Blessings,
Sunday, November 25, 2012
A Thanksgiving meal
Good morning,
I pray the day is finding you well.
It is Sunday morning, Laurie and I returned from our parent's house late last night.
We have had a whirl wind last few days. Every Thanksgiving we go down to southern Oregon to visit my mother and father, spending time talking, walking the beaches, and reconnecting; it is always a good time. The round trip is a smidge over 600 miles. I had taken Wednesday off to get ready for the trip. I only had a couple of things to do at the YMCA wednesday.
I got up, went to a meeting and then went into the "Y".
I have been working with a family whose 12 year-old daughter has cancer; she is terminal, they have already amputated her right leg and she is in hospice care at home. When she got sick, her mother could not take it and left; leaving her husband with a 12 year-old, a 9 year-old, and a 1 year-old. He is devastated on many fronts.
I had just finished talking with the father and making sure that this family would be ok while I was gone for a few days when the Welcome Center staff came into my office with a dilemma. Carlos, a developmentally delayed man whose mother had just died a couple of months ago had nowhere to go for Thanksgiving. Carlos has been doing a good job of being a grown-up since his mother's death. We helped him get into subsidized housing, something he could afford, and he has been managing his finances well. He comes into the YMCA everyday and spends time with us.
The Welcome Center staff does an amazing job of connecting with our members and Carlos is no exception. They asked him what he was doing for Thanksgiving and he replied, "Nothing, I have nowhere to go for Thanksgiving." Then in true Carlos fashion, he turned and went upstairs to walk on the treadmill. The staff comes to me, recounts the interaction and asks, "What do we do?" It would have been easy to say, "We are all busy, and while this is not going to be a good day for Carlos, what can we do?"
But we didn't. We did some quick thinking, and decided to have Thanksgiving at the YMCA with Carlos. The "Y" would be open from 7am-1pm on Thanksgiving. First, I had to see if Carlos thought this would be a good idea.
I went upstairs and asked Carlos, "Would you like to come to the "Y" tomorrow and have Thanksgiving here?" He said, "Yes." I asked him, "Do you like Turkey?" He said, "Yes." I asked him, "Do you like rolls?" He said, "Yes." I asked him, "Do you like mashed potatoes and gravy?" He said, "I like mashed potatoes, but not gravy."
I ordered a turkey dinner from a local store, had it ready to pick up at 10am on Thanksgiving, Eddie said he could pick it up, and the staff would share a meal with Carlos on Thanksgiving.
I left the YMCA around noon.
As I sit here this morning, getting ready for church, thinking about what I am thankful for; I am thankful for a bunch of people that look at life with Jesus glasses on. I am thankful for a group of people that think of others and have compassion. I am thankful for the YMCA.
When I have my quiet time with Christ in the mornings, He will nudge me with things. This morning He is nudging me to tell the YMCA team at the Clark County Family YMCA that He is pleased. He is also nudging me to let them know that the work is important and there are others that will need us, others that we do not even know yet. How do we make Christ happy? One acted of Love at a time.
Of all the things I am thankful for I am most thankful for the Love Christ has shown me.
Blessings,
I pray the day is finding you well.
It is Sunday morning, Laurie and I returned from our parent's house late last night.
We have had a whirl wind last few days. Every Thanksgiving we go down to southern Oregon to visit my mother and father, spending time talking, walking the beaches, and reconnecting; it is always a good time. The round trip is a smidge over 600 miles. I had taken Wednesday off to get ready for the trip. I only had a couple of things to do at the YMCA wednesday.
I got up, went to a meeting and then went into the "Y".
I have been working with a family whose 12 year-old daughter has cancer; she is terminal, they have already amputated her right leg and she is in hospice care at home. When she got sick, her mother could not take it and left; leaving her husband with a 12 year-old, a 9 year-old, and a 1 year-old. He is devastated on many fronts.
I had just finished talking with the father and making sure that this family would be ok while I was gone for a few days when the Welcome Center staff came into my office with a dilemma. Carlos, a developmentally delayed man whose mother had just died a couple of months ago had nowhere to go for Thanksgiving. Carlos has been doing a good job of being a grown-up since his mother's death. We helped him get into subsidized housing, something he could afford, and he has been managing his finances well. He comes into the YMCA everyday and spends time with us.
The Welcome Center staff does an amazing job of connecting with our members and Carlos is no exception. They asked him what he was doing for Thanksgiving and he replied, "Nothing, I have nowhere to go for Thanksgiving." Then in true Carlos fashion, he turned and went upstairs to walk on the treadmill. The staff comes to me, recounts the interaction and asks, "What do we do?" It would have been easy to say, "We are all busy, and while this is not going to be a good day for Carlos, what can we do?"
But we didn't. We did some quick thinking, and decided to have Thanksgiving at the YMCA with Carlos. The "Y" would be open from 7am-1pm on Thanksgiving. First, I had to see if Carlos thought this would be a good idea.
I went upstairs and asked Carlos, "Would you like to come to the "Y" tomorrow and have Thanksgiving here?" He said, "Yes." I asked him, "Do you like Turkey?" He said, "Yes." I asked him, "Do you like rolls?" He said, "Yes." I asked him, "Do you like mashed potatoes and gravy?" He said, "I like mashed potatoes, but not gravy."
I ordered a turkey dinner from a local store, had it ready to pick up at 10am on Thanksgiving, Eddie said he could pick it up, and the staff would share a meal with Carlos on Thanksgiving.
I left the YMCA around noon.
As I sit here this morning, getting ready for church, thinking about what I am thankful for; I am thankful for a bunch of people that look at life with Jesus glasses on. I am thankful for a group of people that think of others and have compassion. I am thankful for the YMCA.
When I have my quiet time with Christ in the mornings, He will nudge me with things. This morning He is nudging me to tell the YMCA team at the Clark County Family YMCA that He is pleased. He is also nudging me to let them know that the work is important and there are others that will need us, others that we do not even know yet. How do we make Christ happy? One acted of Love at a time.
Of all the things I am thankful for I am most thankful for the Love Christ has shown me.
Blessings,
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