I went back through one of my old journals this morning (thank you, Larinee Dennis for the idea). I started writing in it in January 2016, not knowing how little time I had left with my precious husband. This journal included desperate pleas for salvation and healing, precious scriptures that were reminding me God is in control, and the broken-hearted ramblings of a woman who suddenly found herself as a widow and mother.
Just thought I'd share of a few of the entries that gave me comfort this morning:
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