Can’t celebrate properly without a cake. I did pick out the egg shells. Well, most of them.
Today, I’m not only aware of grace measured out for Justin. But also his two brothers, who have journeyed along a parallel path which was, indeed, less treacherous but certainly not without bumps. They have all carried burdens far outweighing their own size. And they have carried them well.
Our little cake isn’t fancy or perfect. It was just put together with what was on hand. But, to Justin, it’s pretty amazing because he made it.
Grateful. Today it’s tangible. I can hold it in my hand.
All praise, honor and glory to God, our Father, and our Savior, Jesus Christ. Grace be with you, my friends.