this post is a struggle.
I sat at this keyboard for while, typing and erasing, before sending that sentence out.
then that one. how to say it? my translator is struggling.
these past few weeks have been a lot of learning, a lot of discouragement, a lot of insecurity, a lot of inward shaking and navigating.
coming again and again to talk to God
asking questions, giving thanks, receiving His words.
struggles from the past resurfacing, and struggles that have never made an entrance before, tap-dancing their way across my heart.
we are called to carry each other’s burdens, but we’re also called to carry our own burdens, to not bring up or talk about things at times.
‘a wise man restrains his feelings, a fool vents them’.
to be quite frank, I’m learning how to talk again. I’m learning what to say, what not to say, to listen to His prompting on if I should share xyz or not.
there is no fear in love. let all that you do be done in love. doing it all in love leaves no room for fear.
the comparison game is back, I am not her, or her, or her or her or her. God has made us differently, and praise Him for that. Abba, remove my envy and help me rejoice in the good that happens to others, always.
it’s always weird writing about struggles here. it’s humbling, even though the people who know me probably have already seen my struggles. I know that I have read other people’s struggles online, and if anything, liked them even more for their honesty. learning to loose the masks I wear.
when I was a kiddo, we used to listen to the audio drama pineapple stories, and I remember once the speaker said that often times your strengths are the flip side of your weaknesses. he was known for being stingy until God asked him to start giving, and he found immense joy in his giving.
I’m good at celebrating with people, but I also envy.
I can serve and work hard, but selfishness has a root.
I could go on about my faults, but I’m not supposed to.
what floors me? is that coming to God with repentance and heavy heart, knowing that I’ve fallen, and what does He do?
He tells me how proud He is of me, for the meager obedience that I had done.
burning wet eyes, light heart.
just go to God and sit in His presence, walk in and just stare at Him for while.
He has the sweetest, wildest voice.