Once more, God ordered steps to shout in my pain, and in a resounding way. There are no such things as coincidences. My brother traveled to the “1/14”
1/18
What does it mean that I’ve been searching for this message for the last hour? I first came across it a week ago. It was the “1/18”
1/20
I finally got to FaceTime my son today. They’ve been with their dad since Friday, at his brother’s house. This was the hardest FaceTime yet, “1/20”
1/22
I am so angry right now. I just saw a message my husband sent to my son last night, saying he is going to be super busy “1/22”
1/23
Last night at Bible study, I felt compelled to bring a print-out of the “agape” email he wrote in 2010. I wrote my prayer request on “1/23”
1/24
I came home grieving. I had a very intense dream about him last night. Again, it just reveals what my heart currently wants – restoration and “1/24”
1/25
I wake up every day with an image of him in my mind, and deep sorrow and grief in my heart. I’ve come to terms “1/25”
1/27
Worship today had me sobbing, not because I was moved by the Spirit, but due to the sight of the couple in front of me “1/27”
2/2
What is this, God? What’s going on? I thought once 1/29 came and went, I’d be feeling better. But instead I’m a maelstrom of so “2/2”
2/4
I hurt. I hurt. I hurt. Oh, God, I hurt. I hurt. I hurt. I hurt. I hurt. I hurt. I hurt. I HURT! Oh God, “2/4”