Not so long ago... just a few years... a phone call one evening. A mother's broken heart begging me to pray for restoration... for healing... for family.
... and we prayed... much.
He is faithful! Tonight we celebrated a daughter's wedding but so much more. A celebration of restoration... of healing... of family.
... and we danced... much.
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,