This morning I am waking up with Psalm 34 on my lips and in my heart.
How hard it is to grieve a loss..to feel horrifying betrayal..to fall asleep with a "future" and wake up to a blank canvas. It is scary and it is hard.
But I awake this morning with praises to our Lord on my lips. How blessed am I that He would bring such evil darkness into light.
I'm a mess. I really hurt. But the Lord shall be praised in this house.