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[shonhudspeth]

"For I Am With You Always" (Isaiah 46:10) ~ @shonhudspeth www.shonsart.com #art #isaiah46 #foriamwithyou #shonhudspeth #shonsart #bibleverse #floral #flowers #hope

[ordinaryandsome]

fear not.

I am genuinely scared. I honestly don't know what is going to happen, or if I can handle it. But this I know: God is good. I know that He has good and perfect plans. And I know that one day I will look back on this day, on yesterday and on every surreal and confusing day that these past months have brought, and smile. I will see, at last, what God sees.

It reminds me of my own lyrics. Am I allowed to do that? Ha. Anyway, they go like this...

"This may hurt but now you know all I want is you to grow into the person I designed all those years ago"

Last night a friend asked me if I felt or understood God's love more now than before, when things were easy. At first I wasn't sure, because there have been times when I have felt far from Him, mostly as a result of my pushing Him away. Actually, that reminds me of some more lyrics..."I didn't want to let the world in, but I didn't mean to keep you out."

Then I realised that in the last few days, somehow my eyes have been opened to see that God is using His people to show me that He loves me:

I've known this woman at church for a good few years, but never known her, if you get what I mean, until she sent me a most beautiful message. It said that God had placed me on her heart, -  she just couldn't get rid of me - and if she could be of any help, prayerfully or practically, to let her know. Turns out our struggles are almost identical, and she's pretty sure God has given us each other to walk this road together.

One of the leaders of our church found out what's been going on. But it didn't come as much of a suprise to her, because she'd just had this feeling for awhile. I'd been on her mind.

When I was in a bad way, my friend from uni skipped class to come to my rescue. She took me to her church, put some music on and prayed with me.

I have friends who message me with Bible verses and words of encouragement. I have friends who just hold me and let me be, who give me jumpers and blankets and their husband's socks. Friends who let me call them late at night to talk about nothing, friends who send me flowers and make me love-heart-shaped pillows.

 Friends that I know are praying fervently for me.

This love I don't deserve. But I'm mighty thankful for it.

Father, you know that I am scared. I don't know what's going to happen, but you do. You are good and loving. Please, show me your ways and give me the strength to walk in them.