To each of us is a life. It isn’t for acclaim or attaining and getting things later lost to blame or shame. It isn’t an epitaph written on a rock. Life is light that at times shines bright and at others is caught in a shadow. There are flowers that bloom and birds that sing, there are weeds and wounds that sometimes bleed. We grow in ways we don’t always know, we sometimes shrink into feelings we feel we can’t let go. There to each a soul, a conception of unique beauty that in living sometimes gets worn, skewed and goes astray, seemingly lost without love able to keep evil at bay. Such is the lie that cries a fate to deafen life and make love wait. In God’s heart we are never lost without hope. He can always save and has love to give the wanting to whom life He gave. Every tear drop, happy or sad, has a reflection, the oceans are filled with none that go without detection. What love you believe you have is no more than what your faith will allow. Where and in whom you place it determines its capacity. If it is boundless you have found the greatest treasure of all, you have your place in eternity with Jesus our all in all.