Nine years ago today, a line was drawn between before and after. Life changed completely for our family and the hard began in ways I never could have imagined. Eight of those years have been spent housebound and this past month feels like one of the lowest points in this long valley that seems to just have no end.
I'm tired.
I'm weary.
I'm grieving.
I'm suffering.
I'm weak.
I'm overwhelmed.
But even here, I hold onto a deep-rooted hope that remains. I know this isn't the end of the story. God is still working and His promises are just as true today as the moment He spoke them. He is still good + faithful, no matter what my body feels or what my circumstances may scream. It only takes one moment with Him for everything to change. I fully believe that when we trust God more than what our eyes currently see.... we will see His goodness.
"Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear!"
Isaiah 58:8
This season of long suffering has brought a closeness with Jesus I never would have known otherwise - a hallelujah I never thought I would declare. It's a gift I wouldn't trade, even in the midst of so much loss + pain. And for that, l'll forever be grateful.
So I wait in quiet trust, knowing He is the only one who can bring beauty from these ashes.
Amy <3
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