Once upon a time, when I couln't handle my problems, I crawled into a bottle of pills. When I miscarried, after years of trying to get pregnant, it was Atavan. When my husband stroked out, it was Xanex.But I can't do that anymore. I'm reaching for higher ground, trusting God to carry me through. How blessed is that sense of calm that caused the writer to say: When peace like a river attends my way
When sorrow like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot
Thou hast brought me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul.
1 comment:
Amen!! And you know, through some of our biggest trials, it's a big blessing to have steadfast friends ready with a word of encouragement or a hand on the shoulder!
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