Rest
I can wrestle and rest in truth- attract and repel lies. I can pronounce God’s goodness and shiver with fear in the shadows. Yes, I am a mess.
Just Give Me Jesus!
When I hush the world, all of the sorrow and screaming scenes-
Just Give Me Jesus!
When I hush the world, all of the sorrow and screaming scenes-
Celebrating Anna
A few weeks ago so many of you prayed, comforted and loved our family during the eighth anniversary of Anna. We celebrated and grieved her life, we exalted hope and we glorified Jesus as we sat in puddles at His feet, once again, immersed in divine love.
Celebrating Anna
A few weeks ago so many of you prayed, comforted and loved our family during the eighth anniversary of Anna. We celebrated and grieved her life, we exalted hope and we glorified Jesus as we sat in puddles at His feet, once again, immersed in divine love.
A new year has begun and I suppose my most earnest plea as I move forward is for the strength to remain in the shadow. To do my living and breathing in the awareness of His presence just as I have grieved here. And next year, when I once again trudge through the cold and dark of February, I will know… I am already home.
Eight
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord
for the display of his splendor.
Eight
Grief Like Gold