Our family has been searching for a church ever since we moved back to my home town. We visited around, but we would always end up going back to the same one. Every week I tried hard not to cry, and many weeks I would look over and see a tear sliding down my husband's cheek. It had been a long time since we had heard God speak so clearly.
A few weeks later, we had the chance to attend a fellowship for people who were interested in joining. I stood beside my husband and listened as he told the pastor where we had come from, what we were going through, and why we were there. When my husband was done speaking, the pastor looked him in the eye and said "Breathe deeply, my brother."
For days, his words were all I could think about. "Breathe deeply." It is the only way we will ever heal. And sometimes it is all we can do. Breathe. I believe these were the very words of God, spoken from His heart to ours.
I have been planning to share this little story with you for a while, and I'm not sure why I waited so long, but maybe it was so that I could also share with you this next bit of news. My husband was offered a full-time job this week! The job is here in town, so we will be able to continue living with my parents as we catch up on bills and save up for whatever is next. We are relieved and so grateful for His provision.
God has, once again, proven himself to be faithful and constant. We know that He is for us. He always will be. And that makes it much easier for us to breathe.