Broken. I fall.
But this time,
It’s different.
I fall on my knees.
And I pray.
For I know His grace is enough, it’s all I need.
His strength comes into its own in my weakness. (2 Corinthians 12:8)
I walk uphill, unsure of my footing, in utter darkness.
It’s different.
1 small flame flickers lighting my path. I am NOT alone. A calm overwhelms my spirit.
If I had never run, if I had never fallen, I’m not sure I would have known this is what I want.
And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become. (2 Corinthians 12:10)
It's all in Daddy's perfect timing :).
ReplyDeleteLove you!