I was saying that again and again, under my breathe, past week, which was the most toughest period of my life. I was helpless. I couldn't think, plan, pray or praise. I couldn't think above that situation. Nothing was in my control. Zoom out. I knew it was just 7 days, small compared to a month. Zoom out, just 1 week in a year, or Zoom out, 1 week in my entire life so far, or Zoom out, 1 week in my total life time, seems so irrelavant as you zoom out of the time, situation. But I had to pass through.
As always, during difficult times, I envisioned myself clinging on to my Dad's neck, his arms around me, and my eyes tightly shut. I knew, I was in safe arms, and that He'll take me through.
Pass through, I did. Safe and sound. Unharmed, Unsinged, Unscorched. The toughest 1 week, is 1 week behind me, and here I am. But I seem so lost. How? When? Why? I seem to be just existing. It is like waking up from a dream. I am lil dazed. But I know, He's holding my hand. And I am clutching His. He will see me through yet again. :)
Daniel 3 :27b They saw that the fire had not harmed their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed; their robes were not scorched, and there was no smell of fire on them.