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.
7/25/13
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.
A gift.
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.
Isaiah 43:19
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 trust.
You watch as a community comes alongside to hold you through these troubled waters.
These are the things you do. . .
When You’re Prayers Aren’t Answered.