It’s been a very heavy week this week; seriously tired. So praying has been minute by minute – mostly for the strength to hang on and move forward. Then this afternoon, I had a really long talk with my oldest. He has been so struggling too; but today we felt so connected and, well, having each other’s back- so to speak. And it was so good.
Sometimes miracles are the quietest of things, and yet they still have the power to be a hinge that life turns on. Like the hugs from your adult sons.
So I’m going to bed with this scripture tonight.
Tender mercies for sure.