Long enough

About this time last year, I had had enough. It's fun to read my journal from those days. God's fingerprints are all over it.

We had "thrown ourselves headlong into his arms" and were starting to "celebrate our rescue".

Now, we're "singing at the top of our lungs" (Heidi even joined the choir), "so full of answered prayers".

Most of the time, the answer has been, "I am here. I will not leave you or forsake you."

Thanks for being the community that surrounds and upholds us in joy and sorrow. Sue, how is your friend's family doing?