Sometimes I just get so angry at God for breaking hearts, for letting pain happen. I always know it the back of my mind that there's a reason, and someday I'll be able to look back and see the good there
...but in the meantime, it just stinks.
He never misled us by giving us promises that everything would be a-okay in life. No, quite the opposite. He told us that being followers of the cross would be tough stuff. That doesn't make sense until we're knee deep in muck, though, and then it hits us, "Oh, this is the stuff God was talking about."
God's always in control.
He always has a plan.
Life never goes how we plan, but that's because our plans are pretty lame compared to His plans. If we had it our way,
we'd never suffer,
we'd never sob any gut-wrenching tears,
and nobody would die.
If we had it our way, we'd really mess things up.
No, God's got this.
He's always got this.
We might not understand it,
we might cry,
we might get angry,
we might doubt,
but we must "lean not on [our] own understanding." ( I don't remember the reference off the top of my head. It's somewhere in the Bible. Proverbs, I think.)
[I'm taking a hiatus from the picture challenge. I might just throw in the towel on it. It seems so insignificant, so pointless right now.]
~"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight." [-Kahlil Gibran]~
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