Sabbath Sunday: You See a Sunset, I See a Promise

This sunset was one of the few days the sun came out in March in NE Ohio.

It was on the way to a gathering with women who I believe are moving past brokenness and hurt to freedom and abundance.

But it’s a process, and it’s hard.

This scene is my reminder that even on those cloudy, snowy in April days, He hasn’t forgotten His promises.

Or me.

Or you.

Hang in there.

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