when you write an entire blog post and wordpress decides to eat it, and it vanishes forever: the emotion that hits you is unlike any other. miraculously, here i am, still writing, even though all i wanted to do about ten minutes ago was put my laptop in the dishwasher, flip it on, and walk away.
“hold everything in your hands lightly, otherwise it hurts when God pries your fingers open.” – corrie ten boom
maybe this has been the source of all of the pain in my life. my white-knuckled grip and He saying, ‘you don’t even need this.’
i’ve held my own desires so tightly that the struggle with Him leaves me bloody. this is what i want. this is what is best for me. you don’t know what you’re doing.
yes i do.
well now you’ve scratched up my hands and i feel empty. but i’m full, aren’t i? you’ve stripped me of what i think is best and given me your best instead. and your best is far, far better.