It is a beautiful unfolding, this mysterious resilience of heart, unending, gentle patience.
Patience and trust, God whispers to my heart, again and again, over months and days that bleed into nights, nights that stretch ever on and the breaking point of my weary soul, when I fall to my face on the floor and tell Him I have not one ounce of strength or iota of endurance left in my bone dust. He extends His grace, answers gently in practical ways that lift my heart to persevere another hour. To hold to His truth that has resounded in soothing certainty within me since the beginning of this incredible, unbelievable journey of risk, hope and faith.
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