You know growth is such a messy, painful proposition.
It is a choice.
I can choose to stay here, mired down in my hurt feelings and ugly thoughts – just brood over this entire mess. I could be a victim and demand my rights be restored… I could be, but I don’t want to be any of those things.
Sorting is a painful process, but a necessary one. It sifts out the dead and dying things, and reveals the value of the experience. This year I am asking God to bring life back to the dead places of my life. This year I am asking Him for a miracle for my marriage and my family – the impossible. This year I am believing He is the God of all, and that He has my best at heart no matter how I feel at the moment.
I’m standing on the promises and the foundation which is His Rock, Jesus Christ. This Rock cannot be moved or shaken and I cannot be defeated. My God is for me… This day… And He is indeed redeeming the time.
Now, with all of that said: I’m Off To My First Counseling Appointment.
To Be Continued….
P. S. THANK. YOU. All my sweet and lovely blog sisters who have been reading these last few posts and taking up my burden. Thank you for carrying us to the foot of the cross for the Master’s tender care. Thank you for covering us and helping me to see that light is shining through the ugliness of this mess… THANK. YOU.
Love you all.