It hurts. Especially when you touch it. It's healing over, but it's still painful. It's not a gaping wound, flesh torn and bleeding everywhere. Now it's a dark purple scar that's slowly starting to fade into my skin tone. You can see it, but it's not quite as obvious to the unknowing onlooker. I thought it would get easier as the years pass, but it's not. It's just different. A day does not go by that I don't think of my sweet girl and wish things could have been different for her. I'm trying to learn, rest in His mercy and grace and continue to hope.
I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness,the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed.
I remember it all—oh, how well I remember—the feeling of hitting the bottom.
(vs. 19-20 from The Message)
Then I remember something that fills me with hope.
The Lord’s kindness never fails!
If he had not been merciful, we would have been destroyed.
The Lord can always be trusted to show mercy each morning.
Deep in my heart I say, “The Lord is all I need; I can depend on him!”
Lamentations 3:21-24
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| March 1, 2006--February 1, 2010 |
