Friday

Billy Sunday used to say, "its Friday but Sundays Coming". He was preaching in connection with the crucifixion. The devil thought he had won on Friday but Sunday proved He had been defeated even when he thought he had won.
I await my Sunday, I want the Lord to show the enemy that God is in control even when all feels out of control.
I seem to have no control of this overwhelming anguish at present, I feel consumed with my own grief so that I can't see a way out of it. It must be the darkest night of my soul. If you have ever had an experience of drowning (i hope not) that what it feels like. Maybe its just the price of love. I value your prayer to pull me through this, please pray my Sunday will come