“To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, And a time to die;…” Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 NKJV Flashes of the past 11 months of life fly by in my mind as I weep over my husband with gratefulness. He asks me, “Are you okay?” Tearfully looking at him I say, “Yes.” “Well what brought all this on?”, he asks. “The Holy Spirit,” I reply. I just weep for about 1/2 hour under the heavy presence of the Lord acknowledging His awesome miracle working power in our lives. (I started typing this up in August of this year.) At that moment I was realizing just how very very fortunate we both were that Brad was alive and well. I wanted him to feel how humbled I was and how grateful I am to God. So much to the point that I began to weep under the weightiness of everything that has happened. To write this blog and keep going there will be poetic moments and pauses to bunny trail back to memories of pain, beauty, observing the Holy Majesty of our ...
"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me (us) all the days of my (our) live(s): and I (we) will dwell in the house of the Lord forever." Psalm 23:6