sometimes you’re in that place.

you know .t.h.a.t. place.

i’m there.

i’ve been in that place for a while,

where i am good with God.

i pray.

i listen.

i read.

i surrender.

i grow.

i bloom.

i feel God taking care of me.

then,

i stumble,

and just like that

i give God the silent treatment.

i shut out Gods voice.

i find dust on my bible.

i wither.

i wilt.

i am in need of care.

but yet, refuse to be cared for.

i am guilty.

i am ashamed.

i am not at peace.

there is turmoil.

there is chaos.

my soul longs to be close to God again.

i am mad.

i am frustrated

i am overwhelmed.

i condemn myself.

i understand God forgives.

i’m too scared to ask for forgiveness,

in case i fall again.

i stay in this place for way to long.

scared.

i hate this place.

i want out.

then,

i let go of my pride.

i surrender.

i confess.

i find Gods grace.

i find Gods love.

i find forgiveness.

i find light.

i find joy.

i pray.

i listen.

i read.

i surrender.

i grow.

i bloom.

i feel God taking care of me.

then,

i stumble…

&

i realize,

maybe this place isn’t really a place,

but instead,

maybe this is how Gods grace works.

you fail.

HE guides.

you learn.

HE forgives.

you grow.

HE loves.

maybe.

maybe.

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