He promises to always make a way!

Once again I am humbled by the reality that God. Loves. Me. No. Matter. What. There are daily reminders of how steadfast the promises of God are and that He will always provide a way. Last month I could not see how I would get it all packed up nor how I would ever be able to emotionally or physically move again. Even though I try to live expectantly, I know that my doubts and my myopathy can get the better of me; but, then the quiet love of Jesus shows up looking like my colleagues ready to help me. I am so grateful for the hours, the sweat, the muscles and the help given freely and I am humbled by the generosity and kindness of those with whom I work. And for those who prayed, carrying my load to the throne of grace. It is no small thing.

God always makes a way.