My dad told me once that everyday he tore down and built back up his understanding of God .  At that time he and I both struggled with our understanding of God and I kind of glommed on to that idea.  Today I can really only say, “I don’t know much about God but I am sure glad he knows a lot about me.”

My good friend, I’ll call him “Bob”, is hurting today.  How I wish I could fix him and am so motivated to say something here about him, and my frustration with it all, in hopes God will be so motivated to lay a hand on Bob’s heart.

I believe God will intervene in Bob’s life.

Wint