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