Just Keep Running

I always tell people that it’s like when He finally got me He grabbed my hand and started running, almost as though He had to make up for lost time. And to be honest I’ve never been the strongest runner, so keeping up was hard at times. I often stopped when He wanted me to keep going, took a wrong turn and got lost, or just blatantly started running away from Him in hopes that I could eventually stop running altogether. But it was in this—the failing and disobedience and questions and doubt— that my true testimony was formed. 

It’s Okay to Hope.

 Patiently, He waits for us to seek His face again, to hope again, to believe again. No good thing will He ever withhold from you and all He has is goodness in His heart for you. If it's not good, it's not done yet because He is the giver of the good and perfect. The pain you may feel now will not compare to His glory that will shine through your story. Pain is not the end, but the beginning of something greater.

Wake Up.

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.