If life was fair the horse would get to ride somtimes
| A word can build a friendship or tear down a marriage. A word can end suffering or start a war. A word can kill or bring life. What’s in your word? |
| The prodigal son’s father could have chased his son, but waited with open doors, arms and love for his return. Sometime you just have to wait with love. |
| “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” Ecclesiastes 3:1 |
Go toe to toe with repo/revelation/reinisance Ron. You’d rather skinny dip with great whites after bathing in razor blades.