Blessed.
It's a word many use, but can it be overused? I don't believe it can be. I am blessed. In countless breathtaking ways. Overwhelmed by the beauty in the lows of life. Yes, the lows of life are what really get me. The tears that fill my eyes are not to express being sad, they are the way my body and mind rejoice over giving my all. My all isn't just my mind but letting my life be consumed by the uncontrollable radical will of the Lord.
Looking back at all my yesterday's I can tell you they were challenging. Most days have moments of frustration, anxiety, depression, and feeling lonely. Honestly, I am weak and I struggle with a lot. Let me tell you something that may be surprising...
My favorite part about myself is my moments filled with tears.
Now I never thought I would be saying that. You see my tears used to fill me with fear. What if people think I'm weak? Why can't I get my life under control? Why is my life full of so much pain? What's wrong with me?!
Here is why I love my tears. They represent the last resort. Crying is often what is done when we have no other way to express an epic emotion. Often times it is uncontrollable, maybe even being held back with each moment waiting to burst from within. I cry, more now than I ever did before. I'm also more overwhelmed and aware of the blessings in my life.
Blessed, is how I feel when I am enjoying the favors of the Lord. It's this knot of emotion that fuels my happiness, formed by the joy that continues to grow. It's the I don't think I can do this, oh wait God can, moments. It's experiencing two years worth of prayers get answered in an unexpected conversation lasting thirty minutes. It's being stripped of my strengths. It is the Lord radically moving and working in each moment.
Thanksgiving is the door to experiencing the presence of God in each moment. Growing up I heard a lot of different "power of positive thinking" talks. What about the power of praise? Look at the Psalms, heck look at the whole Bible. People seeking God's presence praise.
As moving back to Lynchburg has brought me a very difficult and emotional week I end it knowing. I am blessed.
Looking back at all my yesterday's I can tell you they were challenging. Most days have moments of frustration, anxiety, depression, and feeling lonely. Honestly, I am weak and I struggle with a lot. Let me tell you something that may be surprising...
My favorite part about myself is my moments filled with tears.
Now I never thought I would be saying that. You see my tears used to fill me with fear. What if people think I'm weak? Why can't I get my life under control? Why is my life full of so much pain? What's wrong with me?!
Here is why I love my tears. They represent the last resort. Crying is often what is done when we have no other way to express an epic emotion. Often times it is uncontrollable, maybe even being held back with each moment waiting to burst from within. I cry, more now than I ever did before. I'm also more overwhelmed and aware of the blessings in my life.
Blessed, is how I feel when I am enjoying the favors of the Lord. It's this knot of emotion that fuels my happiness, formed by the joy that continues to grow. It's the I don't think I can do this, oh wait God can, moments. It's experiencing two years worth of prayers get answered in an unexpected conversation lasting thirty minutes. It's being stripped of my strengths. It is the Lord radically moving and working in each moment.
Thanksgiving is the door to experiencing the presence of God in each moment. Growing up I heard a lot of different "power of positive thinking" talks. What about the power of praise? Look at the Psalms, heck look at the whole Bible. People seeking God's presence praise.
As moving back to Lynchburg has brought me a very difficult and emotional week I end it knowing. I am blessed.
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