Ecclesiastes 3:1-3 "To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;" Time seems to be slipping away from me, and here I stand at the end of yet another year. My three young children aren't as young as they were last year, they are each growing up, one year at a time. Before I know it, they will be adults making their own decisions, living their own lives. Am I doing enough? No. I'm surely not. Is HE enough? Yes. He surely is. There is a time for everything, a season especially for each year, each life event, each milestone. This year, I was disappointed and I no doubt disappointed others. This year, my eldest son became a teenager, just one step closer to a man. This year, the Lord provided food, gas money, air conditioner parts, and a brake job...
This blog is a chronicle of my life walking through chronic illness while learning to rest in Him.