I haven't written in weeks. Not anywhere. Not here, not in a journal, It's silence on my part. I'm wound so tight. I strategically avoid my Bible. I hear his whisper calling me, trade burdens. I stubbornly shake my head no, hike my burden higher up on my shoulders and push forward.
He's traveling today and I load up our brood to give strangers the run of this, our current castle. We exit to let them dream of making it their own. I don't know where we'll live but I'm learning to believe in miracles, trusting that God who created those lilies and provides my salvation knows where The Party of 5! will go from here. I am believing that God will provide-- in his time, the author of 'Just In Time'.
He has never let me down.
And yet, I still doubt his faithfulness.
I am so very, sinfully, human.