...it's all because I have Him. The One who knows every ounce of sadness in the furthest corners of my heart. The One who loves me with all the love that my aching self screams for. The One who created me, who found me, who redeemed me, who breathed His own life into my dead spirit and gave me hope. Jesus.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I'm not very good at life.
Seriously. There are days that I get to thinking, "Okay, I can handle this." And then I realize... Nope. I royally stink at it.
Lord, it's a good thing you're there. Otherwise there would be no point. Thank you.