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.
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.
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.