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 all Him, everyday.
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.
Most often, when I begin to dream for something, to hope and wish and pray for something, it sounds like nothing more than a whisper in the wind. Maybe it is because I don’t think it is possible for me to have anything more than just this.
We are closer to our individual selves than anyone besides God can and will ever be. Treat yourself with kindness. Fill your mind with truth and rebuke the lies. To yourself be a friend and not a foe. You have the power to build yourself up or tare yourself down.
Life is hard. It's easy to get lost in it and to forget who we are, whose we are, but He is faithful. He always is and He has promised to never leave us.
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.
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.