They meet on this dusty road,an unlikely joining of desperation.These two,whose hopelessness is numbered by twelve,are clothed in contrasting garments.She is covered in rags of unclean misery and twelve years of soiled shunning.He is swathed in social stature with twelve years of joy and grace now torn by helpless grief.Here amid the dusty air of life they join,opposites seeking their portion
Providence confronts faith and two are healed.
A prompt to my spirit to wisely consider what is required.
Like her there will be times when misery meets despair and become unlikely travelling partners.A journey that is much too long.Shredding the hope that covers and leaving one naked and alone.
Like him there will be those times when life is good and in one brief,solitary moment,contentment is ripped from our hand.What was is no longer and we are left grasping the wind.
Yet,Providence speaks in the center of this dirty path,”Don’t be afraid.Just have faith.”
Faith
Faith beyond circumstances
Faith beyond reason
Faith beyond lack
Faith borne out of desperate release
Not fear
Just faith
Phenomenally human 
Just Faith. Glad I have faith in Blood and Flesh. I thank the Lord for you my Dear