Holding tight to this.
Isaiah 49:13 Shout for joy, you heavens; rejoice, you earth; burst into song, you mountains! For the LORD comforts his people and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.
These days I seem surrounded by grief. Sometimes it engulfs me and I feel helpless against the waves. Most days I feel numb wanting to feel more, wishing I understood what to do with this grief. Trying to accept and remember HE is faithful.
Thankful for the time I spent as Wesley's friend. Remembering the late night adventures and the millions of ridiculous conversations. Countless nights spent cuddled on Matt's apartment floor. Arguments over the most random things. Today I miss my friend.
15As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
16For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
17But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear Him, and His righteousness unto children's children,
Isaiah 49:13 Shout for joy, you heavens; rejoice, you earth; burst into song, you mountains! For the LORD comforts his people and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.
These days I seem surrounded by grief. Sometimes it engulfs me and I feel helpless against the waves. Most days I feel numb wanting to feel more, wishing I understood what to do with this grief. Trying to accept and remember HE is faithful.
Thankful for the time I spent as Wesley's friend. Remembering the late night adventures and the millions of ridiculous conversations. Countless nights spent cuddled on Matt's apartment floor. Arguments over the most random things. Today I miss my friend.
15As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
16For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
17But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear Him, and His righteousness unto children's children,
