There are days, like this . . .
when screaming or crying are the two options I face . . .
when things don’t make sense, and I’m lost . . .
when I feel like something I can’t handle is pressing in around my chest . . .
and that is when the crucial moment comes to
Remember things like the love that has changed me,
the death that has claimed me,
the unkillable life that now makes me His own.
The inheritance promised me,
the grace that won’t let me free,
the perfection awaiting me – heaven, my home.
August 26, 2011