Breathe

Just breathe.

Trust God in the storm.

His promises are true and he won't forsake you.

In all things give thanks.  ALL things.

God will provide.

He knows.

Psalm 103

    Of David. ¹ Praise the LORD, O my soul;
   all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
² Praise the LORD, O my soul,
   and forget not all his benefits—
³ who forgives all your sins
   and heals all your diseases,
⁴ who redeems your life from the pit
   and crowns you with love and compassion,
⁵ who satisfies your desires with good things
   so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
 ⁶ The LORD works righteousness
   and justice for all the oppressed.
 ⁷ He made known his ways to Moses,
   his deeds to the people of Israel:
⁸ The LORD is compassionate and gracious,
   slow to anger, abounding in love.
⁹ He will not always accuse,
   nor will he harbor his anger forever;
¹⁰ he does not treat us as our sins deserve
   or repay us according to our iniquities.
¹¹ For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
   so great is his love for those who fear him;
¹² as far as the east is from the west,
   so far has he removed our transgressions from us.
¹³ As a father has compassion on his children,
   so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him;
¹⁴ for he knows how we are formed,
   he remembers that we are dust.
¹⁵ As for man, his days are like grass,
   he flourishes like a flower of the field;
¹⁶ the wind blows over it and it is gone,
   and its place remembers it no more.
¹⁷ But from everlasting to everlasting
   the LORD’s love is with those who fear him,
   and his righteousness with their children’s children—
¹⁸ with those who keep his covenant
   and remember to obey his precepts.
 ¹⁹ The LORD has established his throne in heaven,
   and his kingdom rules over all.
 ²⁰ Praise the LORD, you his angels,
   you mighty ones who do his bidding,
   who obey his word.
²¹ Praise the LORD, all his heavenly hosts,
   you his servants who do his will.
²² Praise the LORD, all his works
   everywhere in his dominion.
   Praise the LORD, O my soul.

(NIV 1984) emphasis mine.

Amen

I will not detail our week, our struggles, battles or loss of life (livestock).  First, the mere thought of trying to remember the week brings tears to my eyes.  Secondly, I am too exhausted to compile the novel it would require.  But I am happy.  Not because of some circumstance or material possession.  My happiness is a choice.  A choice to praise, even in the storm.  I know that God must be doing some great work and preparing us for something BIG, for this week to have happened.  I pray for strength in case the storm is not over.  I pray for stamina.  I pray I learn the lesson.  I pray.