Every moment of every day is provision here ... I wake on a new pillow under a warm blanket. A treadmill and coffee maker await me. Dishes are neatly stacked in a machine. Wet laundry is thrown in bundles into a dryer. A 4x4 sits in the driveway (my office chair these days). A school which upholds truth is at the end of our drive. Groceries fill ... FILL the aisles. Work is available. New faces & familiar ones abound ...
But with the extreme blessings here also come great heartache .... Relationships crumble, disease threatens, hearts explode with ache ...
On the other side of the ocean everything seemed gray with a sense that people had learned to go through life with less highs and lows. Riches were beyond reach and death was so very real.
Provision. I praise God. Heartache ... Even in that, He provides ...
He whispers when the storms rage.
Every moment of every day is provision here ... I wake on a new pillow under a warm blanket. A treadmill and coffee maker await me. Dishes are neatly stacked in a machine. Wet laundry is thrown in bundles into a dryer. A 4x4 sits in the driveway (my office chair these days). A school which upholds truth is at the end of our drive. Groceries fill ... FILL the aisles. Work is available. New faces & familiar ones abound ...