I never really know how to start these off, or what to talk about, or how to talk about it. But today I am sure, and that pleases me. But the tricky part is how to say it, so let's see how this goes.
I just wrote a ton of words and deleted them. Because they sounded sad, sympathetic, and that's not what I live for. I live for joy. And that's why today, I'm not gonna tell you about all the things that have gone wrong this year/month/week. We all have problems, and I don't expect you to take the time of day just to read about mine.
What I want you to read about is how much I've learned through trial. About how I've learned that other people and their opinions don't matter, about how much I've been idolizing worldly things, and how much I need God, because I'm not strong enough to do life by myself, no matter my physical state. I'm constantly falling apart, and I need a rock to hold me together and to not let go. And I've learned this through a pretty large trial in life, and I could not be more thankful for it.
I've learned how much I'm loved, and how the cost of me was worth it. I've learned about joy, and how sometimes it's hidden pretty deep, but still present.
I've learned that I'm a hot mess, and it takes some awesome people to love me. And I've learned how thankful I am for them.
I've learned that I'm right where I need to be. And after searching so long to find something to put your heart into, what it feels like to be content.
So if you don't get anything out of the jumble of words that I just wrote, please stop reading with this: You aren't forgotten, and He hasn't left. You are loved. There is always something to rejoice over. And though this world is beautiful, it's not satisfying. It's alright to be broken, and it's alright to drink too much coffee.
Celebrate today, in whatever way that fits you best. We're broken and bruised, and I'm choosing to show the ways I'm blessed by writing everything that made me fall to show you how He caught me. Thanks for letting me ramble, sweet friends.
"The sky could fall, the ground could shake, the stars burn out, and seasons change, time will pass and beauty fade, but all my love will remain. -Royal Tailor
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