I must confess, there have been days when I feel like there's an ugly cry just beneath the surface of my "I'm fine" exterior. I could recite a whole list of others who have much greater reasons to cry than I do. I think of them, shaming my grief and tears deeper down below the surface and lock them deep in the basement of my heart.
In my morning quiet time with the Lord I ask Him to search me, to reveal the truth about myself to me. He unlocks the basement doors of my inner being and makes me face the grief that has been packed into the past ten months... (Join me for the rest of this post on Sunday, October 11th at Woman to Woman Ministries, where each Sunday I share a bit of Sunday Soul Food!)
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Elizabeth, I read the entire post over at W2W. The verse on your graphic says it all ... we would lose hope if it were not for the Lord. He is our Hope. Each time I look into the faces of my grandchildren, I remind myself there is goodness in this land and God will be our (and their) help. Thank you for this transparent post. I am praying for you this morning, sweet sister in the Lord!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I appreciate your prayers so very much!
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