questions

If I ask, will you go? Am I enough? The questions the Lord has asked me time and time again this year, this summer, this week, this day.

If He asks, I want to go. I want to go wherever He wants me to go. “Yet not my will, but Your’s be done,” right? Right. That is so much easier said than done. Could I change my plans for Your plan? THE plan. The plan that You have already laid out for me to walk.  Will You provide? I know You will. I have seen you provide again and again and again and again. Still I have trouble picking up my feet.

Are You enough? Of Course You are. You are sovereign. You are supreme. You are faithful. You are good. You are the only one that matters; yet I find myself choosing everything but You.

I am broken but You call me daughter. I am vile but You call me holy. I turned my back and You offered grace. Abundant grace. Free grace. You paid the price.

You bore the shame, humiliation, and condemnation I deserve. And then you got up from the grave. If that’s not enough, I don’t know what is.

wow, talk about rambling

college station, sweet community, tomorrow

doctor on monday... walking, hopefully... pray, pray, pray

civil wars, dirty drip, best friends on tuesday

Gosh, God is good. And I am so so weird.