Hope for all that makes you feel battered and worn.
Pain in its many forms is a common denominator for those of us who share this world.
Whether, I am having a day rich in victory or a day where I am looking for the reset button and am needing to go to the Lord in humble repentance.
Rather it is about the fact that hope and pain are not independent of each other. They are not realities that refuse to be reconciled.
My pen that has long helped me process and express my feelings in a way my voice never could now betrays me.
Once again sharing the love of God with a little girl barely known to her once who had grown to be a woman she didn’t know at all.
Today was one of those, don’t blink kind of days. The kind where one thing leads to the next and before you know it, it’s dinner time and you aren’t sure how you got there. The type of day where you’re left wondering where the beauty is in it all. That’s when I found it. In 90 minutes of time that came to me as an unexpected gift. I finished at work earlier than usual which allowed me to come…