In My Father’s Hand

In my Father’s hand, I sit…I wait.

I pray.

And I am thankful for the life He gave back to me.

In a sense, I have been born again.

My wings are broken beyond repair in such a way they are irreparable.

I cannot fly, nor do I wish to.

I rest

I will be back in a few days…

(and thank you my friend at Little Red Hearts for doing this picture for me)

God Bless

3 Responses to “In My Father’s Hand”

  1. Your story touched me deeply….Thank you for sharing.
    Had a few hours to blog hop ……so glad that I stopped here….Be sure and stop by and read about a miracle in our family….

  2. I think that is one of the most beautiful posts I’ve ever read. Though we’ve never met, you’ve touched my heart this evening in a special way. That, I suppose, is one of the rich blessings of being sisters-in-Christ.

    I admire the strength you have in sharing your journey.

    You’re in my prayers.

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