Day 15 of 21 Days of Prayer

 21 days of prayer | praying in the new year & traveling through loss

Day 15 of 21 Days of Prayer

| 27 December 2023

Hello again. This morning I want to share some Bible verses that encouraged me today. I’ll chat with you all again soon! 

16But I call to God,
and the Lord will save me.
17  Evening and morning and at noon
utter my complaint and moan,
and he hears my voice.
18He redeems my soul in safety
from the battle that I wage,
for many are arrayed against me.
19God will give ear and humble them,
he who is enthroned from of old, 
—Psalm 55:16-19

22  Cast your burden on the Lord,
and he will sustain you;
he will never permit
the righteous to be moved. 
—Psalm 55:22





“I believe in Christianity as I believe that the Sun has risen; not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.” 

—C.S. Lewis 




A Praise

Today is the first day in what feels like forever that I’ve been well enough to work on editing and dress up. I love to dress up in dresses and with bows or headbands. Dressing, I have found, can be an expression of my mood. Do I feel joyful? Do I feel productive? Am I sad? Am I in pain? My clothing reflects that. 

Today I have felt better. More at peace. More joyful. More productive and able to write. 

I am wearing a light faded yellow jean dress that hangs just above my knees—one I was given as a Christmas gift. A long cream cardigan. Black stretch pants. A yellow braided headband—another gift, this time from my sister. And last but not least, fuzzy pink socks. No, they do not match the rest of my outfit but they are cozy. 

It feels nice to dress up a bit and write again. For that I’m thankful. 




Always There For Me…even in my darkest days 

My grandpa was always there for me. Even in my dark days, he was there. He was the one person, maybe the only person, who could get beyond my boundaries and walls in that time. He would always hug me goodbye and hello. Even when I detested touch, he found a way to bring me out of my shell. Always, we would have our customary “cheeks”. 

He was always there for me. 

Always.

I can’t believe he is gone. 

Sometimes I forget. I think, well I need to email him and ask a question. Someone needs to invite him to Christmas or dinner. We should check on him in his house. Then there is that empty feeling. That pain of remembering. It’s hard. It’s hard to remember. It would be worse to forget. 













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