Into the Fire

       Five sentences toward the end of my WIP Race:

      I surveyed their group to keep my mind off of my own lingering sorrow. The death of a loved one, someone special in this life, seeps into the soul. This story had a happy ending of sorts but it still resulted in the death of a young, vibrant man who’d made peace with God and knew the Lord Jesus Christ. Although I believed it all now, it was still hard to fathom that at this very moment, Roman was with the Creator. I slow-shook my head without realizing it. 

Father, thank you for every word. They don't always come easy. Help me keep them coming. Thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.