I like comments. At the least, they mean someone is reading. Even better when my Sister is the commenter.
The setting is entirely too weird. But remember. I am out. Read the post, Out.
I just keep forgetting.
That becomes the essential question. Why do I keep forgetting how loved I am?
But that takes me to Wow, amazing how loved I am and how often I am aware of it and grateful for it when I am aware.
Can it be that the love of God really is so big that I can stand in the mire and be overwhelmed with goodness? I am so ungrateful.
Daddy, forgive me. You are so good to me. You surround me with love. You catch me when I stumble. And sometimes I remember to thank you and celebrate.
Please show me the other side. Grant me a vision of the future on the other side of this transformational season. Sure, I want to run away. Help me run away to you now. I am so sorry but you are still worth, no matter what I do and say wrong.
I felt your hand on me this morning when I was in challenging times. Thank you. Please do not remove your hand of favor from me and your family here in Florence.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
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