In His Hands

Though this week has been hard, it has also been a wonderful one. No matter how much I don't understand why the Lord allowed my mom to miscarry(see post below), I have felt His overwhelming presence in our home filling us with comfort, peace, and yes, even with joy.

I don't remember the last time our family laughed so much together out of pure, honest joy that could have only been given to us from our dear Savior.


*whispered*...Oh how He loves us. 


There is no doubt in my mind that He has been holding us in His hands every minute this week. It's a wonder how such a big and mighty God can lead us so gently. 


There were a few times when I was so close to asking the "WHY?" question and before I could get the words out of my mouth, it was like the Lord's hand was in mine and giving it a squeeze. He was merciful towards me and my frailty. I am so thankful. 


The Lord has been good to us. 

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness... ~ Psalm 30:11