Nathan & I both have been really hurting...trying to walk together through a shattered valley...trying to pick up the pieces & find His grace. We are clinging to one another as we transition from a nightmare into our dreams. The road behind us has been marked all along the pathway with scars & difficult circumstances. I am ever so thankful that our children are still little...that they don't have those memories. They see progress, they are full of excitement, they bring us hope for a brighter tomorrow! Trying to make sense of the situation doesn't bring any peace. Trying to bind our wounds doesn't bring joy. Struggling to breathe as the storm passes by is where we are. I can feel joy of the weight lifting. I am trying to find God's GRACE! As I lay in bed early this morning pondering way too much I hear little footsteps waking up. Marianna strikes up the wrong chord on the piano. She begins to sing...
"Somebody loves me
Somebody loves me
He answers my prayers!"
She is ever so cheerful. She is playing in one key & singing in another. She believes. I hear the joy in her voice crying out from her heart. I hear His GRACE calling out for me. He is near to us in the storm. He loves us. He cares. If we don't ever understand this trial...if they forever try to devour us...His GRACE is what we cry out for & run to.