It is over, the trial has ended. The Lord has worked everything out wonderfully and just at the right time. Oh what joy is mine now that endurance has had its perfect work. I am sure more trials are to come but I pray I will remember this one and, more importantly, the result of this period of molding. For now I am more than content to bask in the joy that is now mine and the blessing of answered prayer.
Sitting in Church today and realizing that I will not be there for weeks made me understand how much my Church means to me. My Church has been a place of encouradgment and conviction. I am really going to miss singing along side my fellow believers, seeing each person there and joining in communion with those I know. But most of all I am going to miss the convicting, yet totally encouradging sermons of my pastor. Why does growing up and away have to be so incredibly painful?
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