at church today the old image of being gold and God using fire to purify us was used. i know this well. my skin has been charred so many times i thought the smell of burned hair would be in my nose forever.
today... i smell the burning of the flesh of others.
it's so hard to watch someone struggle with making the decision to choose God. there is no way to explain what happens or what to expect. all of the assurances in the world that things will get better are not enough.
i know that my life speaks to the fact that it will get better. i know people can see how far i have come on this journey. i feel sure that He uses me to illustrate His love to others daily. (even when i fail)
the struggle has a feeling - anxiety
the struggle has a smell - ash
the struggle has a purpose - to keep you where you are
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