When I finally submitted to the fact that a sovereign, good, and trustworthy God was the one in control, not me, I was set free from the hold that fear and anxiety had on me.
My shame kept me quiet, safe, alone but it also kept me from knowing other broken ones.
Our pain does not minimize His goodness to us but, in fact, allows us to experience it in a whole new way.
A flourishing human existence finds its source of power in God and is demonstrated through a life of love.
I had no assurance of anything other than the God of heaven, His sovereignty, His fearsome might.
Sometimes it feels as if God has invited Himself into my pain, when I had hoped to be invited into His healing.
For in the end, it will be fine.
