Ten more days. Is that even possible? Time flies when you’re… waiting? The calamitous waves off in the now very short distance are still threatening to look at. I only issue quick glances, hoping that maybe they’ve disappeared; this was all just a bad dream. It never happens. It’s all just as real as it was 89 days ago, yet my perspective is graciously and generously enriched with trust and peace. A very powerful fear tries to gain access to me. Sometimes it almost does. I am quick to remind it that, “I trust in Jesus. Go away.” There is great power in saying that because the fear and anxiety always retreats. I might have to say it a few times, but fear has NO power over my God.
A sun rainbow that we always seem to notice on our way home from my doctor appointments
My beautiful little angel is tucked safely away in her cocoon. I feel her sweet flutters and marvel at her strength. A baby who is supposed to be so feeble and “incompatible with life” seems to be telling a different story.
“Do not be afraid of what you are about to suffer. I tell you, the devil will put some of you in prison to test you, and you will suffer persecution for ten days. Be faithful, even to the point of death, and I will give you the crown of life.” (Revelation 2:10)