I haven't any answers other than during praise and worship today at church, I could sense His hands framing my face, while at the same time acting as blinders for my eyes, and His gentle voice saying, "Look at Me. It's going to be all right."
Oh how I long to jump from this place into His arms and give Him all of those things that weigh on my heart. Please, Lord, help.
It's been a pleasure to visit with you.
