Day 8. I'm grateful for this barn. Or shed. Or whatever it is. I pass this building every time I take Mary to her doctor visits. Every time she's had chemo. Every time we've had to take her to the hospital. It has become my beacon of hope. I often wonder if the owners realize how much this building has come to mean to me. There is so much we cannot control, however knowing God can give us so much peace in the midst of that unknowing storm.
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