presence
Sometimes, in the dark of the night in the hospital, I simply had a sense of Presence, of an unshakeable awareness that even if I were dying, God was with me. I know many people who haven't had that experience, and I have no idea why I did and do.
I am grateful, because that sense of God as God-with-us is the bedrock that has seen me through some very rough patches.
Mary Earle
Image courtesy of Audrey Bruno and Stone Creek Photography
tip to try
Think of an especially difficult time in your life. Where did you find threads of hope that helped repair the tears in your heart?
