“Please pray. Just pray.”
Not so long ago… just a few years… a phone call one evening. A mother’s broken heart begging me to pray for restoration… for healing… for family.
… and we prayed… much.
He is faithful! Tonight we celebrated a daughter’s wedding but so much more. A celebration of restoration… of healing… of family.
… and we danced… much.
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,