Manna. Given daily. Always enough. Often too much. Never to be stored, stock piled or squirrelled away. A promise for sustainment. A requirement of trust.
Grace. Strength. Mercy.
Given daily. Always enough. Often too much. Never to be stored, stock piled or squirrelled away. A promise of sustainment. A requirement of trust.
His mercies are new each morning.
He gives us strength each day.
This is how we walk the grief road. One day at a time. One ration of manna a day.
Tuesday, 28 June 2016
Saturday, 25 June 2016
Silence
My silence was unintentional.
Months of processing, living in the moments, and more transitions meant less time for sharing. But as my silence dragged on, it caused me to ponder; our story, our struggle and journey, others' encouragement, others' similarities and paths, and how these things all intersect. Which led me to the question of openness.
And so it is that I share this blog publicly.
We are still in the midst of pain and maneuvering a new path. We are not at the end, nor will we reach the end. This is our continuous story of healing, struggle and hope. If our story can be of an encouragement to you, or bring you closer to Him, then we are thankful for that.
If you are new, start here.
Months of processing, living in the moments, and more transitions meant less time for sharing. But as my silence dragged on, it caused me to ponder; our story, our struggle and journey, others' encouragement, others' similarities and paths, and how these things all intersect. Which led me to the question of openness.
And so it is that I share this blog publicly.
We are still in the midst of pain and maneuvering a new path. We are not at the end, nor will we reach the end. This is our continuous story of healing, struggle and hope. If our story can be of an encouragement to you, or bring you closer to Him, then we are thankful for that.
If you are new, start here.
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