A Closing Word

I will not pretend I wrote this from above you. I am a branch like you — connected, then drifting, then returning, slow more often than not, learning the same things again and again because I keep forgetting them. Whatever warmth is in these pages did not come from me. I have had to chase patience and kindness my whole life and fall short of them and be brought back to the vine and try again. I write to you from the same road. Still walking. Still slow.

And I will tell you what I have told every reader of everything I have written, because it does not change and it is the realest thing I know: this book cannot pour the love of God through you. Only God can do that, by His Spirit, from the inside. All I have done is point. If anything here helped, it was only because the One who is love was already at work in you, and these words happened to be nearby.

To Him be all of it.

Michlaude Discipleship Project All of it is free. None of it is mine to sell. For the glory of God alone.

Soli Deo Gloria