Carried in the Father's Arms

Dear Cherished Readers,

There are moments in life when time stands still, and the world as we know it changes forever. For me, it was a phone call—a call that shattered my world, leaving me feeling like a newborn, cradled in the arms of God, unable to find my way through the haze of grief. For three years, I drifted, outside of myself, carried by a force greater than I could understand.

I know that many people saw me during this time. They heard my words, felt my sadness, and offered comfort. They held my hand and said, "I understand." But what if I told you that while my body was present, my spirit walked a different path? That the depth of my pain was known only to the One who carried me through it?

Grief can become an overwhelming burden, a journey so heavy that our human strength alone cannot bear it. But in those darkest moments, I’ve found that a higher Spirit holds us close, covering us in divine love, and carrying us through until we can stand once more. I have felt that embrace—felt it lift me when I could not lift myself.

Now, I am learning to walk again, like a child finding their balance. Each step I take, I know God walks beside me, ready to catch me if I stumble. And as I move forward, I carry within me the memory of being lifted, held, and cradled by the arms of a loving Father. This knowledge sustains me, and in this divine carrying, I find the courage to live again.

"I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you." — Isaiah 46:4

With this promise, I continue on my journey of healing, knowing that I am never alone.

With love and hope,

LaTanya

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