When I saw this I knew I just had to take a picture. This is very much like how God is. There is and will be a darkness that will try to consume us and stop us from deepening or building a relationship with God. But this is clearly a reminder that no matter how dark or murky or vile the pit you are in and seemingly there is no more way out of it THAT is where God is. He will deliver you from it not just because he can but because he wants to. He loves us too much to leave us there. There is redemption.and freedom. God is saying my child, my son, my daughter I am here. I am more than enough. I love you and you are valuable & precious to me.
On the day this photo was taken I was about to burst into tears, then something really compelled me to look back and I saw this. A flush of emotions came engulfed me and I remembered how God’s love and mercies are new EVERY morning! And it was indeed a new day. :) The feelings of pain and unease just left me and there I was crying tears of joy because of God’s great love for me. I was reminded that yes, the world will hurt me and make me feel inadequate BUT being drowned in Gods immense love and grace really just erases all of that. His healing is real and the warmth of His love and embrace just makes everything even more worthwhile. Thank You Father for days like this! Thank you that I am constantly reminded of how awesome you are. I pray that I will just constantly be in a awe of you, just basking in your glory. Let the truth of your Word just shine and drown eveyone with your love and wonder.
Sometimes when I think about you, I just don’t know what to do.
Thoughts of you just creep up on me, of what could have been if it were a “we”.
Your words ring so sweet in my ears, but it only ended in my tears.
My fears resurfaced when you disappeared.
“Where did you go?” My heart keeps asking.
“I just don’t know”, my mind keeps wandering.
You became ice cold, I forgot how it was to be bold.
I fumble for the right words to say, I try to keep the tears at bay.
But maybe all there is and was, is a beautiful memory best left in the past?