The weekend was filled with forever keepsakes. No elaborate dress codes or napkins placed just so. But worship real for the one who marks our hearts His. The boys get it. And I love that they embrace it. Him. His heart for this world. They are catching onto what glory really means.
Read MoreI think there stands a good chance that there's an empty Apothecary jar in all of our hearts.
Willing. Wanting.
Empty.
Waiting to be used.
A space hollowed out by our own pride or fears. God didn't put it there. We did.
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