when do we get to stop worrying about the children? HOM asks me. we don't ever, i guess, i tell him. is this not depressing?
...when i think that God, his son not sparing, sent him to die, i scarce can take it in; that on the cross, my burden gladly bearing, he bled and died to take away my sin.
and yet i would not begin to know what love God has for me, had i not been given son and daughter to watch over in love and worry.
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