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...
Sometimes, God will allow you to crash and get hurt to save you from something that could possibly destroy you. You'll see it coming, you'll see the obstacle in front of you and try to avoid it but you won't be able to. You will crash and possible get hurt, but the crash will just be a collision with His grace over your life saving you from something far worse.
My life has been scattered with these droughts. More often than I'd like to admit, they come when I become too consumed with seeking worldly things, and I forget to seek the water―the thing so very vital to my existence. The noise of the world distracts me, and before I know it, I'm angry at God for forgetting about me.