To Finish Well
These few days have been tiring, moody days. It seems like the old me is surfacing again - the old me that sits on a side and observes everything going on, the me that can't be bothered about anyone else but myself, the me that judges and condemns what I do and what everyone else does. The me that sometimes can't see the point or results of what I'm doing anymore, and these are tiring, tiring days. The only thing that I can cling on to is that God accepts me just as I am. I don't have to look for anyone's approval because He is for me and not against me. The accusing thoughts I hear aren't from Him - they're from the accuser of the brethren. Still, it's a huge struggle not to believe these thoughts and to just accept that I have worth in His eyes.
Sometimes it feels like I'm going through a series of hills and valleys. I don't want to tell myself that life should always be easy, that we should have no struggles, that we should always be perfect. That we shouldn't confide in other people because we don't want to complain. But I am thankful for valleys, even though they may only be hormonal monthly valleys, because I can rely more on Him. Because I pray more. Because when He answers, I know that I haven't done anything, I can't do anything, it is all His doing.
Sometimes it feels as though I'm in a hopeless situation, and I'm struggling to keep my neck above water. But you know that in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. I want to be more than a conqueror, and I am glad, glad glad for challenges that bring me out of my comfort zone. When the waves threaten to overwhelm me, there is a secret place that I can always run to.
I pray that I will always look to Him above anyone else human. For no-one else accepts me just as I am, or loves me just the way He does. As Easter approaches I want to remember... to remember each stripe He took on His back, to remember all He did for me... to look back on my life and remember how He brought me thus far... and to have the faith that I will not only start well, but finish well.
Sometimes it feels like I'm going through a series of hills and valleys. I don't want to tell myself that life should always be easy, that we should have no struggles, that we should always be perfect. That we shouldn't confide in other people because we don't want to complain. But I am thankful for valleys, even though they may only be hormonal monthly valleys, because I can rely more on Him. Because I pray more. Because when He answers, I know that I haven't done anything, I can't do anything, it is all His doing.
Sometimes it feels as though I'm in a hopeless situation, and I'm struggling to keep my neck above water. But you know that in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. I want to be more than a conqueror, and I am glad, glad glad for challenges that bring me out of my comfort zone. When the waves threaten to overwhelm me, there is a secret place that I can always run to.
I pray that I will always look to Him above anyone else human. For no-one else accepts me just as I am, or loves me just the way He does. As Easter approaches I want to remember... to remember each stripe He took on His back, to remember all He did for me... to look back on my life and remember how He brought me thus far... and to have the faith that I will not only start well, but finish well.
