A Journal Entry: February 13, 2012

I sit here, on this rainy morning, with much on my heart.
So many things I want to write, but how do I even begin to express it all?

Maybe words will come eventually, maybe not.

Either way, on this rainy morning, I am sure of one thing.

in all our afflictions,
he is afflicted;
and the angel of his presence saves us;
he lifts us up and
carries us all our days.