i'm still not completely out of the valley of sadness ... i landed there around the time of lucille's death and i've just been trying to see my way through the thicket on a day by day basis ... there are moments when i catch a glimpse of the sun and smile ... then the clouds appear and cover it all up again ... i think leo may be walking that same rock strewn path as well ... life definitely does have its seasons, doesn't it? the mountain top will be so much sweeter after this valley experience ...
that being said, i thought i'd post an old hymn ... songs like these cheer me the most!
He Giveth More Grace
He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength as our labors increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials he multiplies peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.
His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.
words by Words: Annie J. Flint
Annie J. Flint (1866-1932).
Music: Blacklands, Ray Steadman-Allen