Last night we lost a good friend.  My blog is not the place to share the private moments of grief of one of our favorite families, but I want to share a passage that they prayed together as we all loved them through our tears.

Though the fig tree does not bud

and there are no grapes on the vines,

though the olive crop fails

and the fields produce no food,

though there are no sheep in the pen

and no cattle in the stalls,

yet I will rejoice in the Lord,

I will be joyful in God my Savior.

The Sovereign Lord is my strength;

He makes my feet like the feet of a deer,

He enables me to go on the heights.

Habakkuk 3:17-19

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