Tonight I got to chat with a dear friend. She’s coming out of a valley season and stepping out in faith to claim her mountain. Her journey has lead her through peaks and valleys. She faced crossroads where the path seemed uncertain, and sometimes the mud slung up on her as she trudged through the mire.
Thankfully, my friend was not walking alone. She held hands firmly with her husband and her three spunky kiddos. I relished each moment of our time together tonight because she is a fellow traveler — a seeker who believes that God brings beauty from our brokenness.
Now that my beautifully broken sister is on the other side, she is looking back and seeing how God was working in ways that she could not see as she put one foot in front of the other in the darkness.
The sweetest part of her story was hearing about how very lovingly God answered the outrageous prayers of her children.
I was reminded that God is my Father. He hears my cry. His hand in mine, my all-powerful God protects me and provides everything that I need.
When I am going through hard times, all I need to do is lift up my hands and heart to Him. He will never let me go.
Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You will revive me;
You will stretch forth Your hand against the wrath of my enemies,
And Your right hand will save me.
The Lord will accomplish what concerns me;
Your lovingkindness, O Lord, is everlasting;
Do not forsake the works of Your hands.
Psalms 138:7-8, NASB