As I remember last week and wonder where it went, I am distinctly aware of one thing: He carried me. I'm ready to give my testimony to anyone interested. It was hell and He carried me. I wish I could say it aloud so that you could here my tone, the intonation, the conviction and love and gratitude in my heart. He carried me. Maybe there was more purpose in last week than that one realization, but if not, I'll settle gladly with what I have. I'm glad to know in my heart of hearts that I can stand on the faithfulness of God. When the next wave comes, He'll carry me.
4 years ago