As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
I fear no evil.
The Lord has released me. Rescued me. From the grasp of oppression.
From the grasp of the oppressor.
I have never felt so whole. I'm back home.
As I walk through this grieving process which feels like a trip through hell.... I am me.
Do I count it all joy because I have suffered? Christ suffered. So we are to rejoice in our suffering. Right?
I could write it here...that I am rejoicing.
But that wouldn't be me.
That would be me hiding. How does the Lord enter into my pain with His Grace if I am not honest with Him? With you?
I'm back. Back home.
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