I looked at the jacket. If I took it, I’d just hang it in a closet at the nursing home. It would sit in the dark, smelling of mothballs until I died. Then Sarah would donate it right back to the same rack. History dies when you lock it away.
Category: wise counsel
Actions Reveal Character
“Why?” Tobia asked.
“Because I want to leave. I want to live on my own,” he finished, with a defiant raise of his chin.
“Have you considered the consequences, son?”
Xander glared at his father. “I’m leaving in the morning.”
What is My Purpose?
“What if I told you that you are fulfilling it every day when you come to Me and pray
and read My Word,” He replied.”
“But there is no fruit,” I said, with my head bowed.