God can...

...see more than I can. From my point of view, there are a few things I'd like to advise the King of Kings about, but probably shouldn't. After all, He already knows my thoughts, so perhaps it's a mute point.

Dear Lord, thank you for protecting my friends from something that looked very shiny, but now is showing its true colors. Something you knew all along. Please, Lord, do a work there that brings you glory. Be with all of the families involved and give them the type of wisdom that can only come from the throne of Heaven. Protect them from themselves and the abominable lies of the enemy.

Lord, there is also another family. One losing their daddy. Because their daddy is headed to his eternal and heavenly home. Please, dear Jesus, be with them and comfort them. Oh, Lord, especially the kids.

And for the baby I worry about, and her mama who I worry about as much if not more. Lord, you know. You can see. You can provide. You can protect. Give her mama the most divine wisdom to seek the best for her child, whatever that looks like.

Forgive me Lord for being so incredibly judgmental about several of these situations. I truly think I know more than you sometimes and when you show me my arrogance, it makes me sad to know what is in my heart. Please, Lord, cleanse my heart of all things that separate me from you. You can...

I love you and look forward to the day that the clouds part and you return to gather your people and bring us home. What a glorious and sad day. Many will go, and many more will stay. Please help your people do the jobs you have set before them with great courage that many would know of you before the days are gone. Amen...

Quiet

Wow...haven't even logged in in 10 months...Welcome back to me. I guess I come here to be my own anonymous sounding board when I feel like I have something to say or share. God, you hear my voice. I know you do. Thank you.

Today I haven't been able to even hear anything beyond Kyle's tears, my exhaustion, my dismay at the state of my house. Breathe. Pray. Breathe. I checked another blog today and this dear sister had written about how God had told her long ago to build her house. Not a physical thing. To focus on herself and her relationship with God, to build her house. It struck me.

I think my message for today is to breathe through it. Just like any physical pain. Breathe through it. Tackle this moment and lean heavily on His grace. Breathe. Breathe to clear the crud out and receive the next breath of fresh air.

Lord, you've been with me all day. All night. And it was a long one. The day hasn't been short either. But you've helped me. We got to this point together. Thank you. Thank you for your grace and mercy on me, your stumbling and struggling daughter. Thank you Lord. I love you. Amen--