in small steps

I know, second post in one day. But I skipped round up to breathe through my fingers.

God never promised easy. But he promised his promises are true.
Tonight when I close my eyes I see everything no matter where I go.
The dining hall, the cabin porch, the trees to throw rocks at, scaling the
mountain to the cross, or on the swing. The weight, its there.

Suffering isn't bendable. It is thick. It is raw. It is tangible.
But God has shown me each day how he is chiseling and refining what feels
so hardened and bare.

A good friend of mine, Mike Hojnacki, is battling cancer. He amazes me each day reading his blog and he encouraged me today to listen to this song,


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hy8y6dDzYcE


He carries us,


Suffering isn't measured by time, or place, or story. It is carried by the broken, the valued, the strong.

in small steps,
m

[p.s. to follow mike's journey and cover him in prayer, http://fca-mchlhojnacki.blogspot.com/