In an instant, I am
knocked to my knees.
How foolish to think
man’s plan is more than
simple pencil markings
on calendars. Unwise
to place faith in anything
other than the rock
that is our Savior.

His will be done.

There is beauty
in brokenness when
we place our broken
hearts in his hands.
But doors will open,
time moves on, and
we glorify Him in all
things. In suffering,
we grow closer to one
another as we cling to Him.