I’m struggling. Struggling with homesickness, climate control, finding meaningful ways to fulfill the call on my life. Holidays away from the people and places and weather of home are trying to the spirit.
Mercifully, all my devotionals collude so I can’t miss the point: it’s all for a purpose, we aren’t meant to see in the dark, and morning is yet to come.
So I count my blessings: new love for old friends, healing in the shelter of provision, discovering His Power through my weakness.
If life had happened my way I would not have plumbed the depths of the Giver. With that said, there is no place I would rather be.
In gratitude.
Amen.
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