I remember crying and hurting for the Chapman’s.
Wondering how a God could let the unimaginable happen.
Where was his protection on this sweet family.
I remember praying for them and their sweet kids.
And that God would use them for His Glory.
And I watched as the Chapman family grieved.
I saw the beauty rise that can only come from the Grace of God.
and just gone.
In Him we trust; regardless of a life without suffering or a life filled
with the trials of this world.
I can’t see very far into the future.
It is hard to make plans.
Seeing a future without your child, causes everything in you to recoil.
Every step is deliberate.
Each one in grace by strength from above.
There was a frost in many areas last night. After a summer that has been less than desirable for farming this does not help matters.
Yet we again cling to what we know.
And we praise God for the beautiful sunshine yesterday.
For visits on the patio, trips to see farm equipment needed, small group,
prayer and cards in the mail.
A wise friend said yesterday that even when we can’t stand. . .God’s everlasting arms are under us. . . .carrying us.
Our hope is in you LORD.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who[a] have been called according to his purpose.
It is well with my soul.
It hurts and longs for Elijah.
But my soul is well.