SUCH TIMES

Today was one where I actually took time out to look back through my journal. Haven't been doing it much for a while now which is almost saddening. I like to make it a habit to read through previous journal entries esp when life becomes a bit weary and I am slacking off if I haven't already dove in to ignorance.  Its a healthy habit bc I get to be reminded over again of His goodness esp in days where I don't feel it. And Honestly I dislike admitting that such days exist but they do! Oh my gosh they do! So I came across an entry that I felt like sharing here, because the reality is, there ARE days where holding on is the most insane idea because giving up or giving in, is so much easier. Thankfully and normally at the end of our end,(or so we think) is the light - perspective. This entry was one of those days... ______________________________________________ LOST! Didn't know what I was singing today Seemed like I was Trying to connect Don't know if it w...

I’ll never forget the trouble,  the utter lostness,  the taste of ashes,  the poison I’ve swallowed.  I remember it all—oh, how well I remember— the feeling of hitting the bottom.  But there’s one other thing I remember,  and remembering,  I keep a grip on hope:  God ’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,  his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.  They’re created new every morning.  How great your faithfulness!   I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over).  He’s all I’ve got left.  God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,  to the woman who diligently seeks.  It’s a good thing to quietly hope,  quietly hope for help from God .  It’s a good thing when you’re young to stick it out through the hard times.  When life is heavy and hard to take,  go off by yourself.  Enter the silence.  Bow in prayer.  Don’t ask questions: Wait for hope ...

Been so much going on, draining me emotionally and spiritually - core situations Havent been the best judge of things Given in to opinions of me by deciding to create opinions of my own Actually voiced it in  a mail just so that they'd know, feel and feeeeel how much they crushed me Brought up every sin in their life that I once overlooked Made sure they knew how much I knew somewhat trying to justify my right-ness in all of the mess how much I cared how much I loved how much I invested how much I, I, I..... sick reasonings sort of trying to make myself feel better about all the good i was doing because it seemed like all they saw was bad bc all i heard was bad ignored the truth decided lies werent gonna go if i didnt voice my supposed actual when really the actual, actual said, "Not that way beloved." I was convinced He was wrong After all, I heard it all in the face! Because I looked away from His face No it doesnt right their ways but neither...