But One Life to Live
Walking through the swamps of Florida one day, my friend and I came upon this boardwalk. Every single time I come to a path so narrowly directing the next part of my journey, I pause, reminded I do not know what lies ahead. What IS around the next turn? Sitting in waiting rooms recently, I
Psalm 121:1-2 1 I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? 2 My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. I don’t have to look back very far to remember a time when I asked where does my help come from. In fact, as life continues
Wonder, doubt and fear fill my heart. I wonder when the pain will stop, doubt my ability to conquer it and fear what and who I will become. How is it possible to hurt so deeply? It is dark. A darkness that can be felt physically. A darkness that sucks the oxygen out of me