Alive again.
January 23, 2011
For some reason, I’ve recently been thinking how good things were when I was little: almost no homework on most nights, straight A’s without breaking a sweat, not having to worry a thing about how to make each day work, etc. Now things are obviously different; what I didn’t have to worry before has become like a cold wrecking ball that shatters what little achievements and dreams I have gathered over the years. Yet, I can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that I’m not alone. Even on days that strip me down to bare bones, I know that His mercy and graces pours over me incessantly. To a frail and ignorant person like me, His acts are incomprehensible. I can only thank and find comfort in Him.
“The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold and my refuge, my savior…”
- from 2 Samuel 22
