Once upon a time everything was black and white: now I have an entire color scheme staring me in the face. I used to be an A-B student: now I have failed two tests consecutively in the same class. Friends used to share their lives with me and I would share mine with them: now we just "visit." Life once felt too routine: now it feels like one big chunk of chaos fell on top of my head and I'm struggling to grapple with it. I fell in love with a friend and was happy to be so: he told me I was like a sister to him.
Change....it's either evil or wonderful. It all depends on how you look at it. The way I see it; it's necessary, so why see it as evil? Sometimes it hurts worse then it does other times.
I used to let my emotions control me: now I've decided that regardless of all this, I will hold fast to joy. I have something that I'm striving toward. There's a plan that's laid out for my life and it's what I want to see come to life. In the eye of the storm, I will find calm. In the desert I know where to find everlasting water. For any foolishness I know where to find forgiveness. In the darkness, I hold onto the light of the world.
My life is not my own, so who am I to complain? This life is not about me and my intent is to allow myself to be used to show the glory of God. If the trees and flowers can do it, then how much more can I who was made in His image and blessed with a relationship with Him. Where does my hope come from? My God, my King, my Savior, my Best Friend, my Comforter, my Light, my Guide, my Meaning, my Everything.
(Note: The image isn't mine. It belongs to http://outwardlyupward.deviantart.com/ )
Change....it's either evil or wonderful. It all depends on how you look at it. The way I see it; it's necessary, so why see it as evil? Sometimes it hurts worse then it does other times.
I used to let my emotions control me: now I've decided that regardless of all this, I will hold fast to joy. I have something that I'm striving toward. There's a plan that's laid out for my life and it's what I want to see come to life. In the eye of the storm, I will find calm. In the desert I know where to find everlasting water. For any foolishness I know where to find forgiveness. In the darkness, I hold onto the light of the world.
My life is not my own, so who am I to complain? This life is not about me and my intent is to allow myself to be used to show the glory of God. If the trees and flowers can do it, then how much more can I who was made in His image and blessed with a relationship with Him. Where does my hope come from? My God, my King, my Savior, my Best Friend, my Comforter, my Light, my Guide, my Meaning, my Everything.
(Note: The image isn't mine. It belongs to http://outwardlyupward.deviantart.com/ )
