His mercies are new every morning.

So much is going on around here. I'm finding it hard to find time to write. Brayden turned 5 on November 17th with a raging Dog Party. He had a bunch of friends come over and we played fetch, bobbed for doughnuts, and had a treasure hunt. They had a ball. The next week was Thanksgiving. My mom was in Colorado so Chris and I hosted dinner at our house. There were 9 of us including the baby. We had a great time visiting and eating. Now we are in the Christmas rush. I'm not in the shopping mode at all. Chris says that's good because I won't overdo it which I have the tendency to do. Life is a bit overwhelming for me right now. I just keep on praying and the Lord keeps pulling me through! I'm so thankful that his mercies are new each morning.



Lamentations 3:20-33 (The Message)

It's a Good Thing to Hope for Help from God. I'll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes, the poison I've swallowed. I remember it all—oh, how well I remember—the feeling of hitting the bottom. But there's one other thing I remember, and remembering, I keep a grip on hope: God's loyal love couldn't have run out, his merciful love couldn't have dried up. They're created new every morning. How great your faithfulness! I'm sticking with God (I say it over and over). He's all I've got left. God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits, to the woman who diligently seeks. It's a good thing to quietly hope, quietly hope for help from God. It's a good thing when you're young to stick it out through the hard times. When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don't ask questions: Wait for hope to appear. Don't run from trouble. Take it full-face. The "worst" is never the worst.