I was five today, walking up the long walk to a distinguished house that has now been converted into Law offices. This is a house I remember from my childhood that I thought was so beautiful and fancy. I felt like a child when I pushed open the heavy, glass inlaid door and then sat in the the huge leather chairs that made my feet swing above the floor. Today, I was five again, and I was scared. I was a little girl about to face the unknown. To pass the time I admired the gorgeous, antique, cut crystal chandeliers and the architectural gems that the building showcased...but I still felt tiny, small, and alone. But then I remembered...I wasn't alone. God was there. Jesus had gone before me. He had prepared me for just a moment such as this. He washed me in peace and I didn't cry when it was time to sit across a big table and tell my story to a stranger. He didn't let me get angry or bitter. He just held on to me and kept me breathing, even though my feet didn't touch the floor. It was a horrible day by all accounts but today I didn't not cry so I am counting it in the win category!
For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you,
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