Then came the morning - mama's journal @ the welcome home
At some point in the night, I went from the chair beside Wes’s hospital bed to the couch at the window… the shade was down to darken the room but I was suddenly aware of the bright overhead lights in his hospital room. The morning had come — and true to the testimony, all I knew of that morning was that Providence had risen before the sun. I thought back on the previous Wednesday afternoon… I’d come in to the dining room having spent the better ♡ to continue reading, please click: Then came the morning