I have scars. I have a scar above my eye-brow and was told I fell in the bath tub when I was a small child. I have a scar on my hand where I cut it while washing a glass. But I also have deep inner scars that through much work have been healed.
I Love Dena's words in this chapter. If we can take these few words, apply them to our minds, then perhaps something magical might happen to our hearts. Perhaps we might find hope . . .perseverance . . .God.
"Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,...