I just posted something on hope...I should go back and read it again but for now I'm going to write about what's on my heart.
I hate that I cannot fix things for others.
I hate that I don't have the gift of healing. I want it really really bad. And not for selfish reasons but because I want to make people better and glorify God in it. Thats all I want.
I hate that Andrea had a stroke in her eye and nothing or no one can explain it. I hate that the doctors are at a loss and they cant really assure her of anything, well almost anything (no cancer, praise God).
I'm frustrated that I lack faith right now... that I quickly forget about my own story.
Four years ago yesterday doctors couldn't assure me of anything. And some how I found rest in not knowing what was to come. I found rest in His silence.
And four years later I can't seem to find rest in someone else's story. I'm trying to be content in His silence but I just get frustrated and bitter.
Why do I have a scar on my foot that people mistake as a birthmark?
To glorify Him.
But why does she have blood spots that are clouding her vision? When will she be allowed to heal? Will she be allowed to heal?
To glorify His name.
I have blood spots are clouding my vision as well.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,"
declares the LORD.
"As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands".