I loved you. I was serving you as a campus missionary, for crying out loud. I read my Bible near every day and prayed faithfully in my old journal.
All of us have asked that question at some point in our life: God, why . . . did my friend die from cancer, I lose my grandpa, that relationship fall apart, are so many people dying from this bloody COVID-19?
A thought occurred to me I scribbled before the nerves in my hand started to tighten and lock . . .
This, too, shall pass.
It’s something I still have to remind myself often.
When I’m struggling to make quality new friendships or grieving the loss of old ones.
On days our three little girls are at each other’s throats all. day. long.
As I watch my grandparents age and receive diagnosis on top of diagnosis.
While I sit in anxious uncertainty over what fall 2020 will look like.
This, too, shall pass…
Honored to share my thoughts on why we can have faith during the storm go up over at Her View From Home. If you’re in need of hope, read the rest here: