She attends church by herself. Every Sunday morning. Every Sunday night. Every Wednesday night. With the diligence a mail carrier models, she treks through the days, and shoulders through the rain, sleet and snow, into her fierce trials and disappointments.
There was a time–previously in her fond memories–where they all stood as a family, on the old familiar pew. Together was once a feeling of familiarity and comfort. Even though her circumstances have changed, somehow she knows she isn’t truly alone.
Bravely, she takes a seat, hands clasped, fingers locked tight with her promises. “God has seen his ways, and will heal him”….”They will come again to their own border….”
“And there is hope in thine end, saith the LORD, that thy children shall come again to their own border.” Jeremiah 31:17
Seated together. Hope. Promises. God. She is not alone.
Pic credits to covenantheirs.org