I took it for granted growing up. A sense of humor was encouraged and nurtured in our home.
Laughter has refreshed my heart often in the years since. And humor helps me endure. Persevere. Through the mundane. And when the going gets tough.
I took it for granted growing up. A sense of humor was encouraged and nurtured in our home.
Laughter has refreshed my heart often in the years since. And humor helps me endure. Persevere. Through the mundane. And when the going gets tough.
The weight on my heart is not a frantic, anxious weight. It’s the weight of prayer. Prayer for my dear friend who is suffering. She wades through deep waters in this season. Crushed.
Crying out to You the hurt. The upheaval. The unknown.
And yet, even there she speaks of Your faithfulness. Even there, Your word sustains. Daily manna, she says. And ponders what the God of the impossible can do.
“If we believe He is who He says He is, how can we not hope?”