I said that I would now blog my way upstream without my beloved Treena at my side but now I find it more like…plod!
I am told, by many good friends, that this too shall pass and that I shall, once again, feel the white waters dashing against my face as I venture forth from this deep green pool of waiting for the tears to cease.
I am not much good for the race ahead at this time but I am confident that I shall once again see the goodness of God in the land of the living.
This I have embraced. God allows me to experience being empty and falling so that there is more room for his love.
“In falling we can be caught, in being empty we can be filled. It is a vulnerable way of living” – Terry Tripp.
From the pool of promised peace…….