Last night we were in tears seeing how faithful God was being to our women.

 

Don’t get me wrong. I expect it. It’s who He is. But the lovely ways He uniquely does it for each heart can be so stunning.

 

Testimony after testimony of God comforting uniquely a heart in grief.

 

Testimonies of sudden and unexpected provision.

 

Testimonies of God orchestrating a weekend for a heart in need.

 

Testimonies of heart transformations and how God is helping many become healthy in heart after a life of pain.

 

Testimonies of how God was reaching deeply into families with unexplainable manna from Heaven.

 

I was wiping tears, quietly.

 

Not one had been left without a story to tell.

 

I marveled at the hard work of healing the women committed to and how Christ honored their efforts.

 

Healing is hard.

It can be a long process of ups and downs.

Layer by layer untangling many things over time as He sees they can handle more.

 

Jesus is the best binder of broken hearts and He doesn’t really like to rush His process, sometimes.

 

Downcast souls now have sparkling eyes.

 

Fearful hearts now have relief knowing that He will not leave or forsake them.

 

Painful losses He is now using for good and doing a million little things all at once in every life.

 

I feel like a kid in a candy store.

 

Jesus, the sweetest name I know.