his kindness
I've always known prayer is where it's at. From a young age it has been my constant friend. It has looked like crying, laughing, watching the stars, reading the Word, coffee shop talks, countless journals, feeding my baby, washing dishes, and hanging out laundry. It changes, but it always is, because He always is. He is kind. This knowledge that I can talk with and listen to the Most High God is kind of a big deal. May I never take it for granted. Lately, living this relationship out loud and with others has been what has sustained. I really believe that if we didn't have people praying with us, and our hearts constantly lifting to him, we wouldn't be where we are... still going.. still persevering... constantly seeing him. This doesn't mean we aren't broken. This doesn't mean life is easy, it just means we can keep going. one step at a time. Sometimes just baby steps, but walking towards Him and his kindness. Our car wouldn't start day 3. Friday was go...