Conversations

This blog is going to be used as my prayer outlet. This is what seems more like conversation and less like prayer to me.

Jesus is all around me, whether I can see him, feel him, smell him, sense him, or not. I am so glad that through all my doubts and my worry and my fear, I still have faith enough to believe in the Footprints poem. I'm at a point in my life where there is only one set of footprints. He is carrying me. I know He is. I believe He is. I know He doesn't like to see me hurting, because when I hurt, He hurts. I'm not sure exactly what He wants me to do to get myself out of this rut that I'm in. But maybe that's it. Maybe it's not supposed to be me. Maybe I have to fully trust Him to take care of it. Maybe that's what He's waiting for. I don't know, and I wish I did. But I do know that God loves me enough to stick this out with me, that he won't give up on me, that He will surround me with people who will help me out and slap me in the face when I get stubborn and feel like not caring anymore.

I am God's Pearl. He's making me beautiful, one irritation at a time.