I have tossed around the idea of starting a blog several times but never started it. But today as I was mowing the forest my backyard had become, I found myself actually laying out blog posts in my head.
So many things to write about...but for all that it's worth (or I hope it will be worth something to somebody), I have chosen to write about breaking free. Chains are only good when needed but when the invisible kind tie you down and change who you are as a person, trust me they are no good.
As I was mowing, I was listening to a playlist created just for outside work and the song, Thy Will by Hillary Scott came on. I think it resonates with all of us if we think about it.
I'm so confused
I know I heard you loud and clear.
So, I followed through
Somehow I ended up here
I don't wanna think
I may never understand
That my broken heart is a part of your plan
When I try to pray
All I've got is hurt and these four words
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
Thy will be done
(the next verse really gets me)
I know you're good
But this don't feel good right now
And I know you think
Of things I could never think about
Its hard to count it all joy
Distracted by the noise
Just trying to make sense
Of all your promises
Sometimes I gotta stop
Remember that you're God
And I'm not...
I am gonna stop there because that's where this starts. I have to remember I am not God and that he has a plan for me and I have to stop interfering. So the first step is to just stop...right. Because it's that easy. I need to Be still and know that he is God.
So here it is. My very first blog post. Stay tuned for what's to come. I am pretty sure I will shed a ton of tears and also laugh a little but I hope over the course of time, I draw a whole lot closer to God, my maker and my best friend.
Blessings
Friday, June 2, 2017
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