Surrender is healing; in ways we often never expect.
If I want to join His purpose for my life, a life I surrendered to him long ago, then I have to trust.
If Jesus were physically standing in that building on Sunday morning, people would show up. They would crowd the hallways and overflow out the doors. Instead, they argue if church is still relevant. By my observations in this world, yes, it is.
Whether we are fighting battles in our faith, or Satan on the frontline, the message is clear.
The devil prowls. We know creatures who prowl come to destroy and devour.
Today, I admitted something out loud-I am exhausted. The tug on my heart is more than I can bear. To withstand more of the same is beyond my ability.
We should take notice. The most unrighteous among the people would live on to join Christ in paradise. It did not matter that his sin was significant enough to land him on a cross of crucifixion.
I don't want to be this person. This early aging woman. I don't know how to change this trajectory, or how to embrace it.
Only other women who've dealt with the pain of pornography would understand. I desire a fresh start but I fear a fresh start.
I noticed this week that I am losing focus quickly, am incredibly fatigued, and lost. If I don't write it down, I forget. All of these are my warnings blinking brightly.
Our hours are precious, and we can't allow the world and its problems to imprison us.