Oct 1, 2014

Grace offered



"I do not understand the mystery of grace -
- only that it meets us where we are 
and 
does not leave us where it found us." 
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Today the rain came it came on the just and the unjust. I was in both camps somehow.

In 1975 very different younger Kevin watched a play for today. ..'just another Saturday...' about a Orange parade Saturday on July. ...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"