PERVADE!

JANUARY'S COME & GONE...BUT BOY O BOY! January was a particularly tough month for me. Even my ever so robust vocabulary fails me now because each experience, birthed by a new day, challenged my faith and sanity in the most grievous ways.  I mean, I spent the first few hours of 2019 praying my lips out so when things started to go south just a  few days in, I wondered if my prayers had somehow slipped through God's Ears, like fingers running through water. A part of me was convinced I had lost everything, including my sense of direction. The pain, ferocious in its seeming attempt to become my lifelong companion, lingered like a horrible smell. I cut off emotionally and physically from the people that matter most to me. You know what, though? God is a good, good Father and when things seem to have reached the threshold, He is most likely up to something. Whilst keeping my hopes alive for the most incredible February (and rest of the year) of ...