A new beginning. Again. Each day, each month, each year.
God gives second chances again and again and again.
Oh God of the second chance, it’s me . . . again.
His love is more sure than the sun coming up each morning and going down in the evening.
His love is more certain than the changing seasons.
His love is more real than my Sweet William’s smile.
His love is more lasting than this world and all it’s beauty.
There is nothing else like it.
I will soak in it today and throughout the month of love.
And when February is over, His love will go on . . .
Sunday grace, friends.