I am tired, it is a good tired but I am tired, unable to
wrap my mind around it all but thankful that I have God in my life with joy,
happiness, friends and busy-ness.
I am learning about forgiveness, not for the rest of the
world but for me… how do you figure yourself? Have you ever tried? Have you ever done something not quite how
you wanted to? Have you ever failed? Have you ever done something in a
different manor than you wanted to? Have you ever just simply messed up? Have you ever REALLY messed up?
If we are honest with ourselves, if we honestly look at our
lives we will find out that we can answer YES to all of the above questions but
we can also answer YES to more that I haven’t mentioned. I struggle with forgiving myself for things
that I have done in my past. I struggle
to forgive myself for not trying harder in relationships that I can never have
back. I struggle to forgive myself for
getting tired, for getting overwhelmed, for just needing a break.
Are any of these things that are horrible or things that
change who I am no? Unless you want to consider the fact that the experiences
that I have been in, the things that I have had to do, the things that have
gone “wrong”, the things that I struggle with are simply things that just make
me who I am. Every situation good bad or
both are from God. There is nothing that
we can do that can pull us away from God, from Jesus, once you have a personal
relationship with God accepting Jesus into your heart, nothing can change
that. Nothing I can do, nothing you can
do can take you away from God.
I struggle though; I struggle to build the confidence to
talk to new people, to open up to build deep relationships. I struggle because I have people that I get
to talk to and spent a little time with that I deeply want to get to know more
and spent more time. I struggle knowing that
there are children and families that I want to touch and make a difference I
and I can’t because I just don’t know what to do or what to say. I struggle because I want to be a good wife,
a good mother, and a good friend. I
struggle because I don’t want to judged or laughed at. I struggle with knowing
who I can share with and what I need to share.
One step at a time. We are never alone. Our story makes us
stronger!.
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