Yesterday was a storing up courage day. After my morning out at the girl's study, I retreated to a friend's house. I was a lump. Moved from the couch. To the computer. To a chair. To the computer. To the couch. To another couch. I began to sob when I was in the chair. Just needing to release the stored up pain. Needing to hope without being squashed. So, I began to cry...but, life, in the form of young people, intruded....so, instead I just rested. Breathed. Stored up courage. Searched for my voice.
I am beginning to wish that I had gone to the safe shelter this week. I didn't feel comfortable. Makes me feel awkward to tell his story too.
If you think of me today, please pray. I need an extra dose of courage and I need words today. And know that you are in my heart. Though I don't know your name, I know that if you are here, you are probably hurting.
grace to you.
I am beginning to wish that I had gone to the safe shelter this week. I didn't feel comfortable. Makes me feel awkward to tell his story too.
If you think of me today, please pray. I need an extra dose of courage and I need words today. And know that you are in my heart. Though I don't know your name, I know that if you are here, you are probably hurting.
grace to you.
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