It's not that alot has been happening. It's just that so very much has happened. "He has spoken to me, and he himself has done this.....You restored me to health and let me live. Surely it was for my benefit that I suffered such anguish. In your love you kept me from the pit of destruction." Isaiah 38:15-17 It's a strange thing because all this growth and shifting and moving and changing has made me feel kind of lonely...because things have suddenly become completely beyond description. How do you begin to tell the story of God's work in your life? There is no beginning, because before time was, he knew me. It does not have an end, because every breath brings me closer to Him. So what can I say to you beautiful people? How can I tell you all the wonderful things He has done? Because although I feel ill-equipped to share, I have to. God is good. He is moving. 
my heart. He makes me beautiful. He makes me worth it. He makes me rest. There is no end to his goodness. 
This morning I woke up with this verse in my head: I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Psalm 27:13 and I really have no idea what that has to do with anything, except that it's true. I didn't know that what we hope for is not without reason. I guess I didn't realize what freedom meant. I am more dependant on Him than I have ever been. I am weaker than ever before, I have no plan beyond the next few months, I have absolutely no control. And I have never felt stronger. An unstoppable force. Like Paul. Nothing could touch him and nothing would stop him. Not because he was strong, but because he was already so weak. He was living dead. He was operating fully and effectively in his weakest state. Because. When we are weak, then He is strong. "...He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.'" 2 Corinthians 12:9 And I'm not even talking about normal things we think of (i think of) when we read this verse....like, oh my faith is weak, or my confidence is weak, or my love for others is not as strong as it could be. no. Paul was weak as in, they beat him so long they assumed he must be dead, as in he owned nothing. As in he had no home. On a smaller scale, I'm talking about weak like being pretty sure you can't get out of bed at all, knowing you have to dance 8 hours that day and be loving and kind and gentle and caring to everyone around you. When you are weak....and you step out, get out of bed and get dressed, relying on, trusting, that He will be strong. Expecting to live..because He is never weak. And I have found that when we live like that, depending on his faithfulness....He shows us how faithful he can be. 
Taste and see that He is good. I am so dependant on him, because i will not have enough for what is required of me. an he is my only strength. he has become essential. and that is freedom. i have no idea what this post is about... mimi Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. Hebrews 10:23 | 
