Rooted

 

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. 🙂