I Am Held

"God does not leave us comfortless, but we have to be in dire need of comfort to know the truth of His promise. It is in time of calamity...in days and nights of sorrow and trouble that the presence, the sufficiency, and the sympathy of God grow very sure and very wonderful. Then we find out that the grace of God is sufficient for all our needs, for every problem, and for every difficulty, for every heartbreak, and for every human sorrow." ~Peter Marshall

In my days and nights of sorrow and in the midst of my heartbreak, I feel the Lord holding me like never before. I know without a doubt that I would not have made it through the last 3 weeks if he hadn't been my strength. His grace is sufficient. The deep sorrow I feel over leaving "my babies" in India who I love so deeply will not break me. The Lord was, is, and will continue to hold me together until I can stand on my own again. What an incredible love our Father has for us.

This is what it means to be HELD

How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive

This is what it is to be Loved and to know that the promise was

When everything fell, we'd be held

~Natalie Grant, "Held"

Hello America

I just wanted to post a quick update to let you all know I am back safely in America. The Lord was so faithful to me on my journey home with few delays and even 3 seats to myself on my second flight so I was able to sleep for four hours. I am so thankful for all of your prayers and encouragement. I will post more about the things the Lord has done later. If possible, please continue to pray for me as my body tries to adjust to the time change and the food. Pray for my heart as it is hurting, and please pray that I will know the next step the Lord has for me so I can follow Him unwaveringly.

When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.