The blinds in my room are always slightly open. I love waking up to little specks of soft light on my walls as they devour every inch of the room each and every morning. This light is what urges me to wake up most days. The gift of novelty that comes with the start of each new day excites me. What does God have to show me today? What does He have planned for us? There are some mornings, though, that worry, despair, and the longing for more urge me to stay in bed, close the blinds, and tell God "not today". Today was that kind of morning.
Within the howling winds of opposition, it's hard to hear the still small whisper of truth. We can let opposition consume our minds or we can contend for His small still voice and resent the noise
It wasn't until recently that I understood that the past is really in the past, and it's okay for me to move forward. It's okay for me to let it go and make room in my heart for the future God has in store. It's okay to miss it, but it's not okay to let it make me miserable. The past only has as much hold on us as we allow it to, and most of the time that hold is actually us holding on to it.
Oh, amada hija mia No te rquerdas Cuanto te amo?
...run towards the arms of Love, dance in its freedom, and bid fear a forever farewell because there's no room for it in your heart.
Until recently, I have found the "best" to be an encouragement for the future. The saying itself says "it's to come", but why do we have to wait for the best to come? Why can't we make the best of today so that better can come tomorrow?
We are all going to go through hard times. It's life. It's promised to us, but...
Our lives here on earth are temporary, but our spiritual lives whether in Heaven or Hell are forever.