I lean against the door frame to his room.
These memories I cherish.
These are the memories of not a perfect life; of redheaded will power; of willful disobedience.
And of a life surrendered to Christ, trying to live each day for Him, through the grit and grime of this world.
So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
I can not make this journey alone. The pain is too deep, the ache too raw.
I listened to Mikayla’s song again.
She really is a gift.
I will treasure this always.
As I take a step moment by moment today, I will continue to rest in the
I will continue to praise His name through this very dark storm.
And I will trust.
“Because when my world is shaken. . . .Heaven stands.”