It’s the morning after. . .
The quiet echos.
I walk out to see the sunrise.
I went barefoot because I needed to feel something.
The coolness of the grass on my feet was relief.
Here is where everything I have ever known has forever been altered.
I will not set 7 plates at the table. . .
But I will turn and know that my redeemer lives.
And I will lift my hands to the songs of praise that are etched in my heart of years of singing.
And will I trust each step of the way. Each moment.
And we know we are supported.
Messages arrive from many places . .
This is what it is to be loved. . .
There is joyous Hope.
And as we journey through this,
we invite you to pray with us.
Pray that we use this for God’s glory.
For wisdom and grace.