Going Back
Tonight at Bible Study, as I was looking up the lesson's focal verse, I stumbled upon all the underlined verses that spoke to me and the notes to God that I had penned during that time I fought to keep the now ex-Mr. I can see in those words, the Lord's and Mine, the basis of my hope and strength. You see, I had put it ALL in Him. I had trusted. I had no where else to go. I didn't want to go anywhere else. I believed. He's a big God. He's a miracle worker. Then somewhere between the day the ex-Mr. moved out and today, I stopped going to the Lord for my hope and strength. I stopped . I had begun to put that on something else. I've alluded to this over the months since then, quite a few times actually. I really don't have the desire to tell you what that is, but I will. I need to. Not because I want sympathy, no, but because I need to share it. I need to let you know that it is ok to be there too. That is if you...