One year. A lot can change in one year.
One year ago my Dad and I were on day two of our trip moving me across the country from Oregon to Texas.
So much has changed.
Faith. Trust. Waiting. Hope.
My feeble knees have been strengthened, and my weary heart has grown strong again. God has been faithful, and never once have I ever walked alone. I say that with tears welling in my eyes, because there were days I doubted this, and heaven remained silent as I cried this past winter. Yet God gathered my tears in his bottle, and the Holy Spirit, the comforter, has come to my side at times when I just didn’t have the strength to face another day.
What does the next year hold? I have no clue. But I’m ready and expectantly waiting to see how God continues to meet needs and show himself continually faithful.