"Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations... Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God." Psalm 90:1-2 NASB
This morning was one of those times when all I could do was cry out to you. My heart is breaking still. Yet, I will not accept the possibility of my days never being any better. You are the God of hope, not despair. Help me to be an example, a living testimony of Your healing and comfort each day. May others see me grow in Your strength, not mine.
But please, if you will, keep my heart tender with the love and memories of BW. I would rather cry through them than to ever lose them.
Bless our girls. Draw them close to you today. Let Your reality overshadow any doubt or confusion the enemy may try to cause about Heaven. Your great love led to opening that door through Jesus.
MIDNIGHT
Tonight I was blessed to have an evening with the Masons and the Daggs and Pat's sweet mom. It was a quiet evening and mostly fun conversation over Ted's enchiladas. I would have been sad for BW having to miss out on that, especially those enchiladas, but he's feasting at Jesus' table filled with glorious food and being surrounded by unimaginable company.
We missed him.
I love and miss him still - every minute of every day.
God, You are good because You take my tears and put them in Your bottle. I hope and pray it's a really BIG bottle!
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