This was my thought as I sat quietly at my desk tonight. For whatever it may mean to someone out there, for whoever it may speak to:
The crucible of suffering is silently shared with kindred heart, knowing eyes and unspoken words by those who have walked in the valley of the shadow.
It’s something you never wish for... but the aching seed that takes root in the darkness of trial becomes a priceless and eternal harvest of blessing upon the dawn of a new and compassionate morn from Him who is Faithful and True.
An Oklahoma spring thunderstorm that was brewing outside our house...