During a season of famine in my personal life, I moved in with my parents, seeking refuge from the storm. After 20 years of marriage, divorce had destroyed my home. On top of that, I was jobless with a teenage daughter, and nobody was calling.
Many days, I stared out my upstairs window (pictured above) and prayed. For a miracle. For guidance. For strength. For a job. Most days, God was silent.
One evening after dinner, I walked outside and sat in the yard swing. My shoulders were drooping and my head hung low. After a lot of tears and a pretty big tantrum, God assured me that I was where I needed to be and that everything was going to be OK. It was a night I'll never forget, and you can read more about it here if you wish.
I can't look at this picture without remembering those difficult days and God's faithfulness to me. If it were, indeed, a note card, it would read: "Whatever your problems are, God is bigger."
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