A friend who is battling cancer wrote this to me upon receiving our Christmas greetings and letter:
thanks, dear! I'm still working on ours...You are a brave woman. and you are in my prayers.
I am living another unenviable life. That of a wife abandoned for another. This is what I wrote back to my dear friend:
And you are in mine as well! I don't know how brave I am. I think that word is more applicable to you! I suppose we both are traveling a path we never asked for, a path we would not choose for anyone, and a path that elicits more tears than bravery. And yet, with His strength we see the sun rise anew every day. We see the Son arise anew as well. We grow closer to Him with each tortured footstep and vividly learn what it means to...
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths. Be not wise in thine own eyes; fear the Lord, and depart from evil. It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones.
Proverbs 3: 5-7
In Christian sisterly love,
Deb
At some point I had to start writing about my current life. I suppose this is it. Here is a Christmas Eve picture of my precious children who bring me joy and strength.
