Woke up this morning at 2 am, looked at Stew sleeping next to me, and overwhelming gratitude flooded my heart for another day together. I reached over to touch his hand, not wanting to wake him up as good sleep is hard to come by for him right now, and even in his sleep his hand gently squeezed mine in return. I laid there in our bed at peace and thought, "these are more of the moments that hope is made of." Maybe it's a "girl" thing, but there are times when I need to just touch him and remind myself that he really is still here and we are still doing life together! Father, what a gift that is! Thank you!
P.S. Unexpected gift yesterday evening from a sweet and powerful prayer warrior. Encouragement shared with perfect timing! Isn't the title so fitting?
Thank you, Robbie!
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