“Somehow, my ruined plans fit into His larger plans.” – Elisabeth Elliot

Somehow. I don’t see it now. But somewhere, in the midst of the grief over dead dreams, are the tiny buds of new ones. Bigger ones, better ones. Beautiful ones.

Sometimes I’m bitter. Sometimes I’m jealous. Sometimes I’m confused. Most of the time I’m sad. But, all the time, I am comforted.