The preacher said— “One day we’ll all be together again…” and the women in the second pew held each other like shipwreck survivors clinging to wet lumber. But I been reading the Book at 3 AM with burnt coffee breath and thunder sitting low in my chest like bad weather, and I can’t find many promises about family reunions in paradise. READ MORE.
Precious Sheep Of Renown 
thanks for sharing this post. his writing touches you in a special way.
Amen Chuck….. This writer has a talent given to expose the deep thought’s of a person’s very soul.
Be Blessed
Julia