One night, about four years ago, I remember going outside with a notebook, and looking up at the sky, which was lightly misting rain down on me. It was a confusing, hard time, full of strain, stress, and striving– and I wrote down these exact words. The year that followed was probably the single hardest and most frightening year of my life– and I chronicled it in that notebook– but God walked through it with me. That darkness did lift, and left me knowing He was the only One I could depend upon– but He is more than sufficient.

Sorry to be longish, but your post brought that whole time so keenly to mind. You have been in my prayers, Natalie!