It feels like the rug is being pulled out from under my feet. Nothing in this world is permanent or perfectly reliable. It is sobering. I feel my stomach tighten, my tension mount. All I have is Christ.
And then I think about what that means.
All I have is Christ.
He who has promised never to leave me or forsake me.
Blessed promise. Blessed peace.
Photograph by Anita, cross constructed by Mark and Pat Burleigh
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