This semester has been
one of the hardest seasons of my life thus far. I've never been so
broken. I've never felt so weak. But, I've never been more aware of the
hope I have in Christ and His power in redeeming His children. My sweet
Jesus is walking with me through the pain as I hash out some things from
my past and go through the grieving process I wasn't previously able to
do. My Abba is doing sweet healing work in my family that I've been
begging for for years. I'm eternally grateful, but at the same time it
sometimes brings about indescribable pain. I am being made new. I am being
rebuilt. I am being redeemed.
As I walk through some pretty dark days, I'm never alone. I never lose hope. I grieve, but my Abba continually reminds me that He's walking with me. That He has a purpose. That it's going to be okay. I'm grateful for this weekend. For resting. For breathing. For the opportunity to re-energize before jumping back into the battle.
I can't say when this will be over. I don't know when I'll be back to normal. I honestly don't know who I'll be on the other end. All I know right now is that my Abba is with me, He is in control, and He is my comfort. Blessed be His name.
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Wow... that is exactly what I needed. Thank you so much for sharing that!
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