Two boxes arrived in our mail today. Clothes a size up and too many to count. Beautiful dresses and sweaters and jeans. As I layed out each piece, they each whispered promises of God to me. "I will grow her." "I will take care of her." "I will even clothe her." "FEAR NOT, Amy."
I am so scared of tomorrow. I don't know what it will look like. I don't know when the fear will subside. I can only worry about today.