...It felt like witnessing a painter who had a heap of trouble staying on the canvas; edge to edge there was a story. Still over and over in my mind, I pondered why He went to all this trouble...
Dear twenty-year old girl,
I was you once.
I remember feeling the pressure to measure up.
To find light within the darkest nights
and joy within the sorrow
and peace within the raging storms
and hope for the tomorrow
I will not stop, I won't relent
At least--not without a fight
And when I wake, if nothing's changed
I'll dream it again tonight
There are key moments in scripture that God is at work when He is silent: "When He created you, He was silent. When He redeemed you, He was silent." What I'm learning is that just because I'm not hearing Him in a way that aligns with my expectations, it doesn't mean He's not speaking. Even still, it is really hard for me to be at rest when questions go seemingly unanswered.
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