I still find dear Eva on my mind so very often... In a way, I feel it's a positive thing because I'm urged to pray for her, but in another I don't like the unsettlement I feel when I think of her.  Not just her, but how helpless she is, and how she doesn't have a clue about it.  How she is living her life thinking that her eternal future is written in the book, set in stone.  But it's not.  The whole thing has given me a need to understand free will, God's sovereignty, the things that though I had never cared about before or I thought I understood, confuse me now.  It's hard for me to accept that such hungry souls can be deceived by the devil in such a terrible way as to actually believe that they know God when they don't.  So hard.  Even more so, to realize nothing in my power can MAKE her see the truth - The Creator of her soul is the one and only.  Talk about even harder.

But I can pray.  I can live my life in such a way right NOW, that the little people in my own home can feel God's love and hear the real and ONLY truth.  I can make a difference where He made me to, and for all the rest?  I can pray.  I can learn to trust that God is awfully good at answering the prayers that fall under His will.  He brings to fulfillment things that are good - is that not how He created the universe, the human heart, and the earth we stand on?  He is able, and He is good.