
Mondays. The day of the week that seems to fly by, yet at the same time moves slowly along like an ambling walk. We try our best to prepare for the coming week and look ahead to the highlight that my be in view, if only there was not so many days that we have to work through to get there right?
I am thinking of this as a metaphor today as I bring back memories of our lonesome days after our church family was struggling. When our friends, all but one had gone. Had moved on. Firstly I am astounded at how we worked through the struggles and heartbreak during that time. How did those days go by? And at how our Heavenly Father kept us close and brought our family closer as we kept our hearts in the right place and did not waver. The years seem all so complete now. The pain is covered, it is still there in many ways, but covered with new love and fast friends. He helped, carried us through, always giving us a hope that we had better things ahead- that holiday to look forward to at the weekend.