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Whew, the past 2 weeks have been long and very busy!
Last week we traveled to northern Illinois for my younger brother's wedding. It was a good time of being with family and celebrating a joyous occasion. I wasn't expecting any difficulties emotionally, a few wise friends did think about that and made sure to pray for us. All went well, until during the reception - - I started getting emotional as they played a couples dance and then as I was getting a little control back, a song started playing that was Cj's song for me back when we started dating - - seriously??!! (My poor brother and sister in law had no idea) That was the end of the night for me.
The trip back was good over all, we flew back into Dallas, late Monday evening, got the kids showered and into bed and pulled out things for school the next morning.
That began the craziness of life back in Texas!! Every day this week has been non-stop go, go, go for me and the kids! We would leave the house at 7:30am and I would make it back in order to tuck kids in bed at night... needless to say, by Thursday I was tired and overwhelmed by the long road stretching in front of me!! Spent the day fighting back tears, struggling through decisions, running from one appointment to another and missing my husband with each breath. The desire to "depart and be with the Lord" is tangible for me.
As I wiped tears away at one point, I cried out to my heavenly Father, "God, please help me... I'm so very tired and I need a touch from You..."
He gave me these verses, from Psalm 27, which were exactly what I needed!
"...I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the Lord, be of good courage and He will strengthen your heart..."

Is God not amazing?! He is faithful in every moment, He is always there - loving and guiding. I say it over and over, but, I could not hope to do this without His strength!!

"Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, neither faints nor is weary...He gives power to the weak, and to those who have no might He increases strength." Is 40:28-29
"Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God, I will strengthen you, yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." Is 41:10

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