January 12, 2026 Mending Fences

Weekends move fast – ironing, visiting, ballgaming, mopping, planning – the kind that’s measured in fence posts, rolls of wire, moving trailers, and plans that keep refining as they’re being built. One moment the sons are gathering tools and equipment, driving Dale around (which he hates, and wishes knee healing was faster), the next it’s dusk and everything feels half-started.
And … somewhere in that blur, Christ steps in … not loudly, not dramatically … but faithfully.
In restoring.
In mending.
In the moments.
He enters the noise and the slipping daylight, filtering Himself into
the work,
the connection,
the waiting.
“And the One sitting on the throne said, ‘Look, I am making everything new!’ And then he said to me, ‘Write this down, for what I tell you is trustworthy and true.’” Revelation 21:5 (NLT)
In the strain of planning and re-planning, we are quietly fenced into His holiness. He fills the places where our wire snaps, irrepairable, where the bulls push through, where our strength runs thin. Blessed are those who feel undone in the chaos … because they (we) are being
restored,
gathered,
and held by the One who loves us.
There’s an ache believers recognize in upheaval … a steady knowing beneath it all.
We are held.
We are in process.
This is a new day and a new place where the polishing feels rough, not comfortable … and the result will be for His glory.
For. His. Glory.
What needs mending in your life right now? Keep asking. His new is already meeting you there.
In His Love and Light,
Angie

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