God has done a beautiful thing in me through this study. I'm frustrated though because I keep trying to get it written and illustrated and it's just not happening. I have a lot going on but I don't think that's it. I have lots of ideas but they're just not coming together.

If getting to heaven depended in any part on me, I'd be out of breath, stuffing even more thing into my already back-breakingly heavy black bag, and my zipper-strained purple binder, and my "I don't know how much longer this thing's gonna hold together 'cause I keep shoving one more thing I forgot into it and why am I taking all this stuff anyway 'cause I'm never gonna get to it" green flowered bag? Heaven's got to be a party where everything's ready way ahead of time and Jesus and I can sit down and have a cup of tea and just while away the hours waiting for everyone to come.

God has been leading me through some deeper water and that's what I want to share with you but for now please go wading with me. I know he's got it all put together. Maybe I'll eventually be able to spit it out...just like the whale spit Jonah out on the shore...but that's another lament, eh? (-by Beverly)