And He answered...

if you are wondering how my week of prayer turned out to be - you are just about to find out. :o)
Well, I didn't see any writing on the wall nor did I have lightning from above or sth. like that.
But rather heard God speaking to my heart in His so familiar still small voice, reminding me of all the dreams He had already given me, of all the times He had spoken into my life before. I don't have the time nor is this the place for me to share it all. But to say the least, this time here is again a time of preparation, a time of shaping and molding (of me) for whatever lies ahead.
So even if that doesn't make the actual situation any easier, it means a lot to know that I am in the right place. It gives me new strength and hope. I know that by God's grace I will make it through.

Thanks for all your prayers and words of encouragement. It means the world to me.

Love, Hanna