My heart is heavy.
So. very. heavy.
The journey we travel has many paths.
I suppose mine keeps taking the ones I never thought it would have taken.
Through the hurt and tears, I can hear the small voice of Jesus calling me.
He says. "I love you , my precious daughter. Please run to me. Please. I'm waiting."
That love, HIS love, is so overwhelming that quiet tears always fall when I least expect them.
He reminds me that though I am imperfect and flawed, that I am worthy of HIS love and grace.
Little ole me.
"I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received. Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love." - Ephesians 4:1-2
I pray that this rocky journey I have been on, this season in my life, will soon pass.
Your sweet prayers would be greatly appreciated, dear friends.
I am wishing you all the happiest Monday.
If I am absent a bit over the weeks to come, please don't worry.
For, "this too shall pass....".
(While writing this post, I listened to KellyAnn's music monday.
I hope you get the chance to do the same.)