My eyes danced and my heart laughed. Grace worked.
But I didn’t know. It was my own heart He had restored.
It’s exciting when you leave a battle with more energy than when you engaged it. Especially since stronger arms can count the sword more dear when you return home.
It’s a privilege to fight gospel battles. Huge.
My knees burn. Here I fight. There is more to be won.
Special thanks to all our friends who were with us- either in person or through your prayers.
The sight that met our eyes every afternoon.
Singing in the beloved carpet room.
Sean and a young friend, Jaron.
Sabbath afternoon walk
A quiet dinner after all but a handful had left- Sunday evening.