A continuation of thoughts.

...and I am bereaved and there's no end to this.

...So Thank God There's No End To His Love.

Yes, I thank Heavens every day that I have an eternity to set my heart on. I have a cure; a rescuer for this worn out soul. Without it I am only bereaved.  I am labeled, overcome, hopeless.

Hayley had this song stuck in her head yesterday "Your love never fails it never gives up it never runs out on me." She said that verse over and over and over and o o v v e e r r. And I found myself thinking it over and over in my head until it was moving through my actions with me. It was like a mantra and I peacefully, gratefully, soul at ease- set the table while she whined for things, corrected her as she acted out, remembered what life was supposed to be with twins in the mix, said some prayers, cleaned up a mess or two, readied our family to get out the door... and the list goes on like his love did for me as it covered over my daily stressers.

I am bereaved. I am saved.

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And God asks of me "Can you live SAVED, redeemed, accepting?" Can I live saved when I feel I'm still needing rescue? When holidays and images and constant flow of new conversation and travel and people leads me to ends where I find I'm unprepared or taken aback... Can I remember as I'm surrounded to simply look upon His grace and know without a shadow of a doubt that I'm already saved?

When I do it's better. No, its best. That's when my soul is at ease and my boys resting and I achieve, no He achieves, peace in my today for myself and my family.