The year that was...

I wonder what it is about the end of the year that lends itself to reminiscing. Definitely no exception to the rule, I find myself looking back over last year, reading the posts from Lailah's time at St. Jude and the days that have followed since. I would have to say that last year was the best of times and the worst of times. Through it all I have learned more than I would have thought possible about grace, faith and peace in the midst of the worst time of my life. I experienced the kindness of strangers and the faithfulness of fellow believers in a whole new way. My family is blessed. My home is blessed. Our walk with the Maker is deeper and stronger than it ever was. I told God at the beginning of all we went through that I didn't understand and didn't like the fact that we were facing this storm, but now I can see that His hand was guiding us through for bigger and better things that are slowly coming to pass. Sorrow lasts for the night but joy comes in the morning. Bring on the morning.