I couldn’t capture the brightness of the surrounding outside that moves my heart as I look at this tree. Building foundation. Taking roots. I hope that my faith is deeply rooted.
I am dying everyday with what I’ve been struggling inside. This is not me. This is God’s will for me.
This morning I was complaining again. That this is not really how I pictured things here. I was crying while trying to swallow spoonful of rice. Then I’ve come across this post:
You are where God wants you to be to be the hand, mouth, voice of God. Be a blessing to others.
Then I remember what my spiritual leader said in her prayer for me based on Genesis 12:3. God has been so good to me. And He’s also been good to those who have blessed me. 🙂 It’s overwhelming sometimes–all the blessings that I’ve been receiving although I know that I don’t deserve it. Maybe God is teaching me about His grace.
Praise be to God. 🙂
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