I wake to overcast skies. The dreariness overwhelming. I blink back the tears that threaten to spill over. The pull to stay in bed; real. I dig for the Praises. I begin to name them one by one. There really are so many. I seek to push through. It’s the only way. I read my journey of this day last year. June 2, 2014. My heart gains courage. I step into the kitchen. It is so cold. I grab a steaming (literally) cup of coffee and settle on to the couch wrapped in flannel pajama’s and a shining hope. I begin to peck out my thoughts.
The bales keep coming.
I Praised God.
I thanked Him for the warmer weather and time with my boy.
flooding and bumpy financial issues.
When you’ve had faith.
Deep guttural cries.
You cry out to the God of the Universe.
The King of All Kings.
You let Him do His work in You.
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.
You watch as a community comes alongside to hold you through these troubled waters.
You hold on to what you know.
These are the things you do. . .
When You’re Prayers Aren’t Answered.