hard times bring great fruit..
Current mood: crushed
At least thats what Im clinging to.
I miss home, I miss the cold damp grey streets of England. I miss food which isnt so sweet or so salty. I miss my family and my man. I miss times when life was easier and when I was barely convicted ot troubled or challenged.
But self pity stinks, so I thank God that one day I will be back in the grey damp chill of Britain and that my family and man are so faithful and good, and that I will once again enjoy thier company. And I really thank God that He is taking me through this tough rough time and working stuff out of me that really isnt that great and which Im wandering why it is that I am clinging on to it all so hard. Afterall, I want to be chnaged dont I? So why am I fighting it? I am blessed that He loves me enough to discipline me and that He is preparing me for great things. Lord, I am yours, purge me of the sin in me that I may be more like your Son. Break me and put me back as YOU want me. I am yours..
I love you Jesus.
I am more than an overcomer.
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