Last night I was sobbing like a baby on my mom’s bed. It was a deep and cleansing cry. She kept telling me, “Deneen, God is in control. God loves you…” I told her, as I’ve said so many times to so many people, “The only reason I’m hanging on is because I know that God loves me and that God has a plan for my life.”
Like I said earlier today, the hurts are healing with more and more repentance.
I read a post from Steve Furtick this morning that really hit me. God called me at the age of 7 so that when the trials come, when the fire rains down instead of water, I know that I know that I know that this too shall pass. Though the sorrow may last for a night, His joy comes in the morning.
God…yeah. It’s an honor to serve You.