honesty.

I may eventually delete this post…but my heart is overwhelmed with thanksgiving, and I just felt the need to share:

“You asked God to fix things…and He did.”

it ended ok. actually, it ended really well. Although, why would I expect any less from us?

last night, I sat on the phone with Jess and James,
while morgan sat close beside me,
and we cried over the worst hurt I have ever felt. 

I put away broken pieces of my heart and life, to prepare for God to remold me once again. [[there will never be a box big enough for everything, so I give it all to God for Him to handle]]

This morning at church, when I stood up with arms raised, tears streaming, calling out to God
“I’m running to Your arms, I’m running to Your arms, the riches of your love will always be enough”, my friends cried with me. [[my eyes are being opened to love surrounding me here, where I am]]

My heart was weak but my soul was strengthened even as I stood. There is no anger, or bitterness. [[There are many other feelings, but neither of those.]]
Someone said, “How can you be praying for other people today? For strangers? How can you stand and praise God like this?”

and my only response is…

How can I NOT?