It's been 3 months.  3 months of not my will but thine.  The seasons have turned. Time . . .has marched on. "We will mark time now with the date.  Not a day of the week.  Though Saturday evenings into the wee hours of Sunday will forever be etched in my soul." I do not like this journey any better after 3 months.  It does not feel comfortable.  It is abrasive and unsettling. Isiah 55:8-9 For my thoughts are not your thoughts,    neither are your ways my ways,”declares the Lord.9 “As the heavens are ... View Post