the last four months have been pretty rough. i've been in the pit of my selfishness and inconsistency.
this week, God allowed me the sheer honor of seeing some of my closest friends again. i miss them. i miss the laughter, the tears, and the heated conversations. i miss the ability to sit in silence, but still have a unique understanding of one another.
i went to socal in the pit.
i came back and things seem different.
only time will tell if this season of living in the miry bog is over. but i pray it is. i am grateful to have had such a renewing time with friends that i've lived life with over the past 4-5 years and i am grateful for their penetrating encouragement. truly, the Lord has blessed me with the bestest friends in the world. thank you, Jesus!
I waited patiently for the LORD;
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the LORD.
he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction,
out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the LORD.
Psalm 40:1-3
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I am convinced that sometimes we must spend time in the bog in order to appreciate the beauty of the view with our feet upon the rock. Instead of praying to get out, I encourage you to rejoice in God's promise that faith and character await you on the other side if you should walk through the valley with Him, and to pray earnestly for Him to reveal to you any area He is pruning--because of His grace and great love for you--where you might be able to bear more fruit as a result of His tender care.
I will pray with you, dear Cindy.
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