I’ve got 20 years, maybe? My daughters have 50, maybe? Their future is up to them with some help from their mom, me. How long can I last through this mess? One adult daughter is disabled, the other a pre-school teacher who hardly makes enough money to feed herself. I see grim days ahead.
God bless and keep you and yours, FRiend.
These are the times that try our souls, but, also allow us the blessing of knowing and having a meaningful relationship with our dear Savior.
We stand on that rock.