In the face of loss, where and how can we find the providence of a loving, sovereign God?
Trusting God’s purposes is hard enough when bad things invade our lives. But what about when good things leave? When instead of facing an enemy, we face simply...emptiness?
Maybe you've felt similarly in seasons of major change. Maybe you've stood on the line between familiar and foreign territory and wondered: How do I handle the newness? How can I possibly move forward from endings into beginnings?