It’s the broken things that seem to always last the longest. It’s the broken things that you want to fix and move alone but you can’t. You won’t. It’s not for you to fix.
That’s probably the things that God is whispering in my ear and trying to make me understand. Brokenness doesn’t say anything but what we are but says somethings about our God.
I don’t see how he can take it and make me new. I don’t get it. I don’t see how i can just let go and He’ll take control and make things new.
I’m frustrated with myself for allowing myself to come so far from what was truth. I’m frustrated because i didn’t fight for truth and I turned my deaf ears to the still small voice. A friend said tonight there are consequences to our actions but I know that God came to me when I asked.
That’s exactly how it happened. I asked to be shown what I could do to heal and He came and wrecked everything I assumed was perfect. I can’t be mad. I can’t be angry. I have to be surrendered. Teach me God. Teach me Savior.
So what God do i do when you are silent? Do you like it when we continue to beg of you? Do you require us to grovel at your feet drilling you with questions. Why God? Why? I don’t think that’s what you want.
I think you want us to wait. To follow. To trust.
So that’s what I will do.
