Every day I woke up, I chose to smile again, to feel again, and to love again. When the moments were too hard to bare, I ran forward and jumped into His arm, and when facing God in my broken mental state was too difficult, I simply let go, and fell back without sight, and without fear, and gently placed myself in his loving hands.
Captivity now captive, no longer a place I know.
For me, the last few years I have intentionally focused my life on discovering God. From there, he opens my eyes to discover myself in far greater ways than this world has to offer.
While I may not be a saint at being inviting, I know that I have shared His amazing glory with all I have met, and to each, and every soul, He extends the special and individual invite to come to Him.
I will wake up, I will forget things, and I will probably get lost in the parking lot. I feel somewhat lost on the inside most days, anyhow. A part of me appears to be quietly slipping away. I do not always recognize myself with the many changes taking place.
Perhaps what you don't think you need to hear, is exactly what God needs you to receive!
There was a time I couldn’t face the days of trials with this same joy. A time that strength was hard to come by, and the weight of darkness would truly hold me down. God is aware of our struggles. He is also made perfect in our weakness.
While we attempt to form a deeper understanding into what God chose to do when he sent His son, to watch him die on that cross, we will never fully comprehend it.
Forget American spirit- where has the decency gone?
We are the faces that only we see in a crowd. United by actions I won't repeat now. Family in seclusion, individually colored in every hue. Desiring to be normal, and feel more like you.