“Our mission here can never fail.
The gates of hell will not prevail”
The lyrics played over and over in my mind.
Digging deep through words that bring life.
Seeking joy that transcends thought.
He holds the pain of our hearts in the palm of his hand.
I hold on to the hope given.
He gives strength to the weary.
My eyes are lifted heavenward.
My feet firmly planted.
My farmer keeps reminding me.
15 months is but a day.
The laundry is waiting.
The farmhouse is beginning to stir.
The day has begun.
I breathe deep.
This day will be about what needs to be done.
I will look for ways to share.
He will guide my steps.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding,
In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your path.