end and beginning
It's been a little over a year since the bomb blew up. I waited patiently for the year mark because once it passed it meant I would have gone through everything at least once. On the anniversary of different days, different experiences, different hardships, and different memories that we had walked through I will have the ability to say God brought me through it last year and He'll keep doing it this time around.
It blows my mind how many things God has taught me, truths He has tattooed on my heart. It blows my mind still that there are so many more to go, and humbles me to know that I am so dear to Him that those truths will never stop coming. It has no dependency on me and what I've accomplished, but everything on who He is and how much He loves and cherishes.
I am not the same person, and wasn't that His goal all along? To rid me of myself so He could fill me completely with Himself. To mold me as my Potter, to enhance me with His character, as the author of my story. Won't He still continue to do so throughout my life? That is a great and resounding yes.
Before it all blew up, my goal was to live steadily. No see-saws for me, no ma'am, keep me in the middle where it's safe and comfy. Now, I know that comfort was false, it was nothing but hiding. It's in the peaks and valleys where you find true comfort, because those are the times you need it, and our Comforter is the only place to find it.
We ended a year of wisdom, a year of trauma, a year of growth, a year of restoration and renewal. We are beginning another phase. One I don't know, one that has been written since before time began but not yet acted out. I have hope though. I cling to the God of Hope. He will remain faithful, remain comforting, remain loving, remain strong. He will simply and always remain.
