Lord, keep me soaked in humility and hungry for what brings You glory. Mold me in spirit and deed to be more like You until the day you call me home . I miss her, Father, and you know what my human, broken heart feels right now, even as I type these words...I would give it all back to see her again...
Father, in your mercy and for Your sake, would You allow me to be a part of the mending? I love you and need You desperately. She is safe with you, Jesus. I rest in that. May Your name be lifted high in everything You call me to do, and may I never walk where You have not led me. Thank you, Lover of my soul, you have blessed me with favor I do not deserve.
Thank you.
Why can't I be happy with the way God made me? I WANT TO BE NICE!! and write nice God inspired posts. I feel like I am so "in your face" sometimes, not just here but in person too. I know every trait I have is not God-given, but flesh and I can overcome it.
Great.......this blogging thing is a Catch22, I want to write how I feel, but don't want you to think I expect you to say I am alright
I am a work in progress. God won't give up on me and neither will I.