When signing into my blog, I realized that if I were to publish the eight drafts awaiting in the line-up this would be my 100th posting. One Hundred titles. One Hundred times I've sat down here at my computer to share this intimate life's journey with you. I have covered topics such as, children leaving the nest, what it is to be brave, life's tapestry, relationships, heartache, illness, healing, and the list goes on. Since I began this particular blog in May of 2016, life has been a whirl wind of circumstance, yet God has been my ONE CONSTANT through and through. He has seen every tear. He has rejoiced in every triumph. He mourned every loss. His Mercies are new every morning. He holds me and every circumstance within the palm of His hand. And the days that I felt the loneliest, He was right there by my side.
Many a times I was found left wanting. Wanting fellowship. Wanting to take part in family outings. To attend a child's first band concert. Choir concerts. Campus visits. Deeply desiring healing in multiple ways. I have listened to the deafening silence within these walls more times than I can count. O', how I have felt alone. However, I was, nor ever shall be, alone.
He was found in even the tiniest of details. He was in the fresh, currents of cool air that blew through an old, wiry window screen, reviving a wearied soul. As Summer suns warmed Summer skies, I felt His Love and Grace upon these freckled shoulders. Vibrant colored trees were a vision delight. An artistry of my Creator. Gentle snow falls were precious reminders of endless love and forgiveness.“Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow;" ~ Isaiah 1:18. Sunlight reflecting off of a framed photo of I and my youngest from years past is a precious memory of an ever growing love. Music played. Songs sung out at the top of my lungs. Arms raised in surrender. A Thankful heart to the One Whom is the Creator of us all. And sweet release as tears fell freely down, then breathing deeply in His Peace.
Dear ones, whether your life is sailing by beautifully or through the bitter winds of frustration, hold on tight. May you rest in the knowledge that nothing is certain, but the Love and Grace of a Heavenly Father Whom ordained our days and has our very best interest at hand.
