That Time Of Year Again

I can't seem to understand how time moves really, you don't see it but you feel it. You can't put a hold on it and you can't stop it yet everyone at one point or another has gone thru the passage of wanting to 'turn' back the clock.

It's almost a year now.
It's still surreal.
But my life has moved on, I guess.
For the most part, I've been running, cycling and playing football.

The toughest part is that the months of April to June last year were
the most trying times of my life. If you refer back to my postings during this
period last year, it was just the "valley of the shadow of death" - nothing describes it better than Psalms 23.

Every particular day and week in May has memories of Jo.

The mind has an uncanny way of storing mental data and replaying it at the most appropriate, or rather strange occasions.

In the course of this half year, God has often sent 'angels' to walk beside me when I've least expected it.

It is out of the crucible of suffering whereby great lessons have been taught, and the lesson for me is that the Grace of God is sufficient for me. God's Grace is the one single factor that keeps me going. That keeps me realising He works in our daily affairs. That He is a Real God.