Everybody
has those days, I guess. The days when being cheerful is harder than
some make it out to be; the days when the words 'war' and 'broken'
and 'hurt' make you want to cry; the days when the Sun isn't shining,
when you want to click your fingers and make some things disappear;
the days when you don't think that you have much good in yourself at
all. The days when you've kind of forgotten how to love.
A
friend wrote me a letter a short time ago that seemed to paint my
heart in the words that were written there. 'Perhaps I got proud...
and I've hit smack-bang into a brick wall. I need to pull my socks
up, but it seems their elastic is gone and they will
keep slipping down.'
There.
And
I ache in those days, because I sense that perhaps...I am the
problem. The re-ocurring reproach of my life appears again:
'Circumstance does not make you who you are. You make you who you
are.' So stop sulking and change things.
No.
I can't do that. Not always.
But
so much more comfort can be found without pondering hopeless
self-help. Jesus makes me who I am. I believe in him. And the Bible
says beautiful, true things about righteousness and Jesus, and belief. And so much is relevant to me. To you.
5 comments:
Again - this post came at the perfect time for me. Beautifully written. Thank you. x
You so encourage and inspire me, Ginny! I'm so privileged to read such well-written, poignant truths.
Thanks for the inspiring words Ginny! WOWZERS DID U TAKE THAT PHOTO!!!???
Oh, no, Parker. Many of my photos are from pinterest, just to help with the mood of the writing. Thanks!
Spoken true. There is a time for everything as Ecclesiastes so profoundly puts it.
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