Tonight, I crawled up into my bed and scrolled through my twitter feed
until I stumbled upon a tweet that spoke straight to my heart. I
reread it a few times before searching for page to write it down upon.
I clicked straight through to rest of this individual's tweets and just
sat dumbfounded at the wrenching of my heart. The scripture, the
quotes of Christ's love for humanity, the truth, the mercy, the joy, and
the compassion just broke into my little hardened heart.
For so long I wanted to be strong, to be tough, to be unbreakable. I
grew tired of being criticized for being too directionless, not
ambitious enough, and without the same mind set. The part of me, so
eager to please, wanted to grow into a lady who never wavered under the
judgement of others. With this intention, I ceased to remember what it
felt like to know that "[His] grace is sufficient for [me], for [His]
power is made perfect in weakness".
In my search for a scrap of paper I found a journal that was given to me
by one of my neighbor's after my dad's funeral. I tucked his funeral
bulletin in the journal and stuck it deep inside my closet and never
wanted to open it or look at it again. Having completely forgotten
this, I stretched up onto my tip-toes and jumped to grab the still
vacant journal. Iinside the journal, I found a book mark tucked
Inside addressed to
me, " And they remembered that God was their rock. And the Most High
God their redeemer" - Psalm 78:35
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