More Mashmallows Please

At times my husband says the most simple but anointed things. this morning in his message, he spoke of a young woman that had been missing and how over a thousand volunteers turned out to search for her. what would the mother of this young woman have thought if they built a fire to keep these volunteers warm, made them some hot cocoa with marshmallows, trained and gave them their instructions to go out and search, released them to go and they wouldn't leave the fire. they just wanted to drink more hot cocoa and complained because they didn't have more marshmallows. this is life and death but they stayed where it was comfortable. how frustrated and sad this grieving mother would be...

the harvest is white...