I think God wants me to be patient.  It’s so hard right now.  Alright, I’ll move when you’re ready for me to move.

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On another note, my goal is to one day be able to keep up with C. when I run with her.  One day.

The light at the end of the tunnel has gotten very bright.  Not only is it very bright, there’s also a hand waiting to pull me out.  =D

A turn of events – hurrah.

I was elated and could not stop with the smile on my face – in fact, it was getting tired.

Things have been set in motion – let’s get out of the darkness and into the light.

Here we go, here we go!

God is good.  So good.  Praise God!  =D

Helped out on worship today for the 2nd time ever.

Felt more confident than last time.

It was actually kind of fun.  :)

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I don’t have a lot to offer but with the little I have, I bring.

I have not much
To offer You
Not near what You deserve
But still I come
Because Your cross
Has placed in me my worth

-Unashamed – Starfield

God showed up last week.  :)

The anticipation of next week is going to kill me.

I’m still riding high.  High hopes.  While I’m riding with high hopes, part of me doesn’t want to because I don’t want to end up in disappointment.  Next week is going to be an emotional rollercoaster.

Tomorrow is another big day but I’m not nervous.  Weird.

Still praying and seeking God asking Him to carry me through – that this will be it – there will be an end in sight.  Please.

On the wall in this house is a frame, picture thing, art thing that says:  Faith is not believing that God can, but believing that God will.

And I do believe that He can AND that He will.

I was on a long drive today and thinking about how I don’t really have control of the situation.  That only God has control, only He can deliver me, only He can make things right, only He can control the situation, only He can turn things around, only He can rescue me, and only He can do it even perfectly.  I realize that by my losing of hope (which does happen), it is me limiting God.  It’s me forgetting, denying, unbelieving that God has so much power, that He can play things out in ways I cannot even imagine.  In my little head, I have an idea of how I want things to play out, of when I want them to play out, and of why I want them to play out.

Somebody sent me an email the other day about being expectant.  Expect God to show up.  Expect Him to fix this.

So I pour out my burdens, I pour out my desires, and I wait for Him to show up.

And what am I’m looking for?  I’m waiting for Him to show up this week.  He is going to show up this week.

A glimmer.

SAVE ME.