Saturday, February 12, 2022

Dear God,

The words keep coming...bitterness, forgiveness, grace.  No matter how much I swerve or duck, these words keep hitting me in the face.  I know what they mean.  I don't have to try to figure it out.  The answer is clear before me.  Although at times I want to rant and rave, I know you know best for me.  You know what I need, what will heal me and what will change my life.  I still stomp my feet and cry out the injustice done.  Not you, in the midst of all my sad exchanges, you keep whispering forgiveness.

It is hard to create a new reality, to let judgement be yours, to follow your will and way.  While I want you and your way more than my own, it is still extremely difficult to surrender into it, to truly let go, to live on, to trust and to step into a new world you are creating just ahead for me.

Help me, Father,

to relent,

to stop

this crazy cycle

of old wounds.

Keep in

my face

whispering your words

of faith.

Guide me onward,

I pray.

Love, Andrea