I think if all the grief, of humanity combined, over the construct of time, were compiled….

It might measure something close to the ache Father felt, in the garden, at the fall.

My friend, that called me a daughter,

we talked about heavenly courts, he understood

we talked about John Paul, he got it

we talked about the Lord, he loved him

we talked about the glory, he knew it

we talked about deliverance,

his heart was that all would be free, and that all would know what it is, to be fathered well

When my Father calls a father home…

in the spirit he gave me a silver ring one time that kept unclean forces (previous leaders) from seeing me

I rejoice

and I ache

sharing the ache with others today