India.

India was hard, but I enjoyed it. 

I don't wish I was back in that time, because this time in life is wonderful. But it's nice to remember that that time existed.

Good To Be Home.

Today was long. There's really no other way to say it.  Lots of forms, and meetings, and frustration, and wishing I could come home.

And now, here I am.

Delightful.

God is faithful, it's true. He is. Always. I love that about Him. On busy days and frustrating days and tired days... on "I don't know what to wear" days and "My leg hurts" days. He is still God.

In Your Presence, My Holy King.

I just want to hide in the shadow of His wings.

I am weak, but He is strong when I am barely hanging on.
He is my Portion and my Cup.

My soul will find rest in Him.

Forgive.

As many times as you are hurt, forgive.

Seven times seventy.

As many times as the pain boils up and the anger stirs. As many times as your heart hurts and you want to get even. As many times as it takes.

Forgive.

"I Believe In Scripture"

Christ Is Risen - Matt Maher - LifeChurch.tv Church Online

Break My Legs.

We Were Fiction - "The Rain"

Please, oh, heavens, soak my body.
Please, break my legs 'til I'm baptized in the
Puddles and streams of Your love.

James 1:2 "Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds..."

Feel it. Feel the joy, letting it wash over you.

I am mostly an emotional person.  Actually, I am a very emotional person. I wear them right there on my sleeve, all the time.  And I am commanded to consider - to feel - joy when bad things happen.

When my leg is broken and achy.
When I am completely dependent on other people.
When I have taken one shower in three and a half weeks, and countless bucket baths to suffice.

Joy.

Why?

James 1:3 "...because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance."

I don't know why I need this level of perseverance. But the Lord knows.

James 1:4 "Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything."

I really like this song, this song on repeat.  Break my legs, Lord, just so I can rest in Your love. So I can appreciate You. So I can remember being Your daughter. Help me be quiet, turning off the movies and putting down my crocheting needles, and erasing the callouses so I can be open to You. I have nothing to prove, Lord, and everything to lose for You. Break my legs so that I can be dependent on You. Break my legs so that when they are fixed, I can have beautiful feet that bring Your good news.