About a year ago I wrote a bio for myself because apparently if you’re a writer you need one of those. Or 10. I have several of them now. Like that little black dress, one for every occasion. Truth is, I don’t even have a “little” black dress. I don’t even have a black dress! But, bio’s I have. There are several variations for various platforms but they all include grace, coffee, a sunrise and my grandson, of course.
I recently watched my grandson struggle to climb up into a chair. I chose not to help him. Not because I’m mean but because I love him.
Look what God did this morning. I opened my living room blinds and saw this. immediately grabbed my camera.
Oh, how He loves us.
~Andrea
And we are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If his grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
And Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about the way…
He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us…
“How He Loves”
originally by John Mark McMillan
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