I um yeah. Some things are too precious, too long fought for, too close to my heart to say. I just want to hold them inside and smile - amazed at my own reality. I have almost hated hope for most of my life because it hurt me to think about it. Yes, a little intense am I. Before worship practice, some of us were talking. This one guy talked about the difference between trust and faith in God. Sometimes we believe for something (faith) and it doesn't happen. That's when we find out where our trust is. When we're not sure what to believe, we can always trust him. I think it will always be hard for me to hope, but the fact of the matter is that God is trustworthy. I don't think there is any way around the pain. Promises are beautiful: delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. Promises are painful: hope deferred makes the heart sick. Right now I am witnessing a resolute heart like I've never seen before. It's incredible to see. I think of the words "stout hearted." I don't know if I have that manner of strength and tenacity in me. I am challenged. Who sets their face as flint and determines to run the race come what may? Sometimes I am such a wimp, but seeing this kind of heart has stirred something in me to be... resolute, unyielding in my pursuit. My life is full of precious things.
I didn't want to be on facebook
I didn't want to be on facebook. And when I did, I made all my settings super private. And then I said "NO" to lots of people who wanted to "friend" me. And then when I did add people, I ERASED THEM. Not all, just some. I wanted facebook to be just for me and my family. Know why? One reason is, I want to know you in real life. I don't want your facebook life. And you don't want mine either. I tend to post super cute things that my kids say. Oh and they are brilliant. You do need to hear those things. ( I actually post those things so that when I make our yearly photo album I'll have cute things close at hand to make the book all the more memorable to us). But I would never post the fact that I just got told I was a dumb mom and that my son hates this family and never wants to be here again, my precious son who has autism and we are just learning how to work with him and we fail multiple times daily. And when we have no money, I'm not go...
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