you know,

I’ve been too consumed with the idea that God is still “working” on the man of my dreams, that He is continuing to mold him, guide him, until he is ready for me. I’ve been too busy focusing on that, when I neglected the fact that God could still be working on me. 

How dare I be too prideful to think that I am ready for something of such commitment. 

The sermon this morning hit home. (I will post later this week). 

It pointed out that we get frustrated with God for not working in our timing, but when in fact he is testing us, almost, our patience.

Just an eye-opening thing to hear, especially after this week. 

my dearest daughter,

“This is about my someday daughter, already stung stained with insecurity begging, ‘Mom, will I be pretty?’ I will wipe that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick and answer, ‘No, the word “pretty” is unworthy of everything you will be and no child of mine will be contained in five letters. You will be pretty intelligent, pretty creative, pretty amazing, but, you will never be merely pretty."

—	Katie Makkai

I'm so glad God give us spiritual lows

If we were on top of the world all the time, we’d never look at ourselves honestly, we’d never have any kind of Godly fear, we would never grow in our relationship with God, we would be blind.

C.S. Lewis said that pain is Gods megaphone to rouse a deaf world. Spiritual lows make us ask questions, it makes us examine ourselves more honestly, it humbles us, and if we’re honest, we draw closer to God…when we feel farthest from him.