The sheer speed of those weeks made my heart race. Each moment gone in a blink. Each day like a breath. Each night my dreams were of falling short. And each morning I woke with words on my lips, “How can I do this?”
I felt like a bridge spanning two very different worlds. A bridge stretched beyond it’s design. And like our recent I-5 bridge collapse, I wondered what passing moment could cause my demise.
But I dared to believe, with just the smallest measure of faith, that Yahweh would fill my need. [Continue…]
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