...once again I say "Amen" and it's still raining. But as the thunder rolls I barely hear you whisper through the rain, "I'm with you." And as Your Mercy falls, I'll raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away. And I'll praise You in this storm, and I will lift my hands that You are who You are, no matter where I am. And every tear I've cried, You hold in Your hand, you never left my side. And though my heart is torn, I will praise You in this storm.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
You know what I'm dreading? Rota virus season. Our kids have never been in school during that season. And goodness knows that if my son can leave home with a dry nose and return with green runny stuff EVERY DAY, that does not bode well for those tuff bugs like Rota. Lots of prophylactic prayers going up now...
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