It was tough. I’ll maybe write more when I’m less raw, but – thank-you. Your prayers have been – and are – lifelines.
I want to be stronger and braver than I am. I feel like the smallest, weakest, most insignificant thing on the planet. I’m trying to sort the truths from the lies. And to believe in the stuff I can’t yet see.
None of us know what the future holds. Sometimes, it’s hard going. But one thing is true: Jesus is in the present and in the future.
Jesus has been in the past. When I looked good, and knew best. When I told Him that I was fine on my own. When I was a cadaver who’d rather die than worship.
Thank God – He refused to leave me. He loved me then and loves me still.
That’s what we cling to. He has hold of us. He loves us and He is trustworthy and more beautiful than a million babies or a million husbands or a perfect body or whatever else we long for. Whatever happens, He is real. And He is For us.