Sometimes I have to wonder about life. There are so many twists and turns that it is often hard to wrap my head around what is going on around me. Call it stress, or simply life, but no matter how you look at it, it is complex, no? Well at least that's how I feel.
Which makes me even more grateful for the fact that I have an anchor to keep me grounded. Through all the tough times, the hard times, the stressful times, the happy times, the sad time, you name it. I have something that always keeps me level and brings me home: The Lord. How many people forget that they are children of God? How many people believe that there is no one out there to hear them when they cry or when they feel pain? How many believe that no one understands? Too many.
Too many times people neglect the awesome power of prayer and the comfort of the Lord. Too many times do they forget how special and amazing they are. Too many times do they believe what others tell them: "You aren't good enough," "You're so annoying," "You're worthless." They aren't true. No matter who tells them to you, you are worth something! You are special! You are amazing and wonderful and unique! No one could ever replace you. Never stop to consider their words.
The Lord, my anchor, helps me realize these things. When I am in the gall of bitterness and sadness; when I feel as though I'm alone and no one might understand me feelings; when the world seems to be moving a mile a minute and I can't draw a breath, I have to remind myself of who I am. I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father who loves me, who hears me, who KNOWS me, who listens, and who will never reject me. No matter how stupid my problems may be, no matter how undeserving I am of his love, he is always there. And for that I am eternally grateful.
It's hard sometimes to feel loved. I'm a perfectionist and when I feel as though I've let my Lord down, I harbor so much pain and regret. What I've discovered, slowly, though is that He loves me all the same. He forgives me so much quicker than I forgive myself. He's far kinder than I am to myself. Why should I feel so terrible when he pours out so much love? It's a slow process but I'll get to the point, one day, when I can trust him before myself, and have a higher opinion of my personal worth. One day.
For now, I take comfort in the knowledge that I am loved, despite my faults.
Which makes me even more grateful for the fact that I have an anchor to keep me grounded. Through all the tough times, the hard times, the stressful times, the happy times, the sad time, you name it. I have something that always keeps me level and brings me home: The Lord. How many people forget that they are children of God? How many people believe that there is no one out there to hear them when they cry or when they feel pain? How many believe that no one understands? Too many.
Too many times people neglect the awesome power of prayer and the comfort of the Lord. Too many times do they forget how special and amazing they are. Too many times do they believe what others tell them: "You aren't good enough," "You're so annoying," "You're worthless." They aren't true. No matter who tells them to you, you are worth something! You are special! You are amazing and wonderful and unique! No one could ever replace you. Never stop to consider their words.
The Lord, my anchor, helps me realize these things. When I am in the gall of bitterness and sadness; when I feel as though I'm alone and no one might understand me feelings; when the world seems to be moving a mile a minute and I can't draw a breath, I have to remind myself of who I am. I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father who loves me, who hears me, who KNOWS me, who listens, and who will never reject me. No matter how stupid my problems may be, no matter how undeserving I am of his love, he is always there. And for that I am eternally grateful.
It's hard sometimes to feel loved. I'm a perfectionist and when I feel as though I've let my Lord down, I harbor so much pain and regret. What I've discovered, slowly, though is that He loves me all the same. He forgives me so much quicker than I forgive myself. He's far kinder than I am to myself. Why should I feel so terrible when he pours out so much love? It's a slow process but I'll get to the point, one day, when I can trust him before myself, and have a higher opinion of my personal worth. One day.
For now, I take comfort in the knowledge that I am loved, despite my faults.
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