Skyping again.
Thinking about being refined, beauty from pain.
iPod on repeat.
Allowing God to work, waiting for Him to move, patiently resting on His Spirit.
What do I believe?
And do I really believe it or just because I grew up being told to believe it?
How do I know TRUTH?
Happiness is elusive.
Joy is eternal.
God is real, even when I can't feel Him.
Even when I don't want to love Him, He pursues me.
HE PURSUES ME.
Relentlessly. Wholeheartedly. Actively.
And I am running the other way.
The GOD of the Universe pursues me... and too often, I want nothing to do with Him.
I am pathetic.
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