Fresh grief this morning. I had a chance to talk to my youngest son last night and the bit of healing that was beginning to form seemed to be pulled away. Oh, how I miss his sweet face and our special way we talk to each other. The phone is just not quite the same, so Skype will be next on my techie learning list.

Sitting with tears always causes me to go deep. To let it roll through me, knowing it's pushing and stretching the sides of my heart. Knowing He will use this to continue to shape and fashion me after His design.

Fresh grief with hope attached.

Fresh grief in a new season with new ways.

"As they pass through the Valley of Baca,

they make it a place of springs;

the autumn rains also cover it with pools.....

I love Psalm 84. It hits home with me. As we pass through the valley of weeping, we make it a place of joy, expecting the mighty work that only He can accomplish in our hearts on this journey heading home.

He can move us from a place of grief to a place of strength.

Strength to continue.

Strength to be open to His plan.

Strength to follow hard.

....they go from strength to strength

till each appears before God in Zion."

Psalm 84: 6-7

Bless your Sunday,

Deb