Parenting alone. Sleeping alone. Waking alone. Waiting alone. And yet I see that, clearly, she is never really alone. She wears Him well…choosing to fully embrace her high call to
faith without sight. Hope against all hope.
I watch her and she moves me brave. Moves my spirit. And, every time she raises her hands in
worship, her valley of trouble becomes a door of Hope. (Tennessee – Day 3/40)