The Rue

 Merry Christmas  May His birthday  Be a reminder  Of how Loved  You are

 Enjoying the new season  With an anticipation  Of your gooodness Awaiting meg

 The waiting  Is Your way  Of saying  Your will Is not mine  And what  Is mine  Will be Revealed  In a time Of which  I’m not  To know  So that  My trust  Isn’t dependent  On an outcome  Of my choosing 

 In the  Early morning  Rain Your love  Remains Even  As  Circumstances  Don’t meet Our expectations  Joy isn’t found  In the outcome  But the process  That refines Our resolve  To continue 

 Pray That my body  Gets some  Strength  And resolve  To treat  And obey Through  The pain

 God is reminding me of how human disappointment doesn’t equal to Godly malaise. People are not meant to fill me. People aren’t living water. I’m having to seek the Source of my peace, not temporary energy and endorphins.  God is making me very uncomfortable lately. It’s downright painful. With provision comes pain. I don’t listen. As a result, I will endure suffering. No diamonds will bring the sparkle my soul needs. Chopard and Cartier will so upset.  God Here I am If you  Still Want me