I do not need to look for it. It is there. Everything is provided very sufficiently and for our good sake. Once or more I hit the point where the hurt is really diving inside, yet it is not for long. Everything that He allows is always worth it to be grateful for. Yes, even in the darkest and unimaginable moment, His love is sovereign!
Never have I imagined that I come across this locus. In the edge of life's peninsula, where the struggle is not only day by day but even more than that each minute. Keep thinking and pondering upon it, I have to confess that I can do nothing apart from Him. Sometimes the thought to withdraw and hide from the battlefield sneaking into mind, but then my heart says, "Be still and wait for the Lord! He is faithful!"
I cry out though sometimes in my heart, what is this all about? For it is surely a torment for comfort zone! Very especially when it feels like anything that naturally I am and I do --suddenly becomes a mistake to be mend. Yet, thanks for all these challenges which inevitably crushes my stony heart, feeling of self-sufficiency and imaginary contentment. I am trained to fight in the battlefield. Not against anybody, but against my own pride and immaturity.
Glory to You, O God! Glory to You
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