When you have been through a lot, sometimes believing for the best is more than difficult. I know with God all things are possible. That is true. But it is not a guarantee.
I do my best to make the best out of every situation. I am strangely optimistic by nature. And on the contrary I might “give up” 20 times a day. Or more. It feels good to fling an expletive & throw my hands high once in a while. I’m just being real.
Surrendering what I see & feel, what I think I see & feel – can be like pulling barbed wire straight out of my heart. The walk or stumbling of faith.
But it’s necessary. And it makes me stronger. I think? 🙃
Much love y’all & much less vain imagination- by the Grace of God,