First day of 8th grade... Thank you Jesus for the "storm" before the "calm"... If I was judging how Monday would go based on Saturday and Sunday...it wasn't going to be good. Instead, His grace was sufficient & we each experienced it beyond measure, and we had a "normal" day.
Leaving the house where Warren last lived , packing up his things...putting them in tubs so fearful we were leaving him behind... was painful for my still very tender heart. But as I take the time to look back at how graciously God provided ~ His mercies NEW every morning , I am strengthened once again to take a step of faith forward.
As the 24th nears I feel VERY sad...but I also feel VERY held. This is something else that doesn't really make sense. Since Sunday (11-1) there has been an incredible peace that has covered us in a way that I just can't explain. What's complicated about this peace, is that it's not what you might imagine.