old poem

by Annie Johnson Flint

He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength as our labors increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials He multiplies peace.

His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.

struggling but God is real and He is present

Dearest sweet Renner, missing you and loving you and grateful for you. I wish that I could write more. I feel numb. Need to cry. Need to grieve. Can't believe but can't not believe. Anyway, just wanted to post about this website and to encourage you to donate. www.playroomofhope.com Check it out. Thanks. Hopefully, I will get back into writing sooner than later.